The difference between thirty and ten is twenty years, and it's significant; but when comparing three hundred years to two hundred and eighty, that gap seems minuscule, almost 'same-aged,' because the main numeric calculation has changed.
"Hmph, let's not talk about this, going to sleep—wake me up when we get there." Tanshia Firlo, at a loss for words, adjusted her seat and lay back to sleep.
Dragons can sleep well. Since traveling is boring, she could sleep all the way to their destination.
The spaceship fell silent again, as Qi Xiangyun looked at the vast universe and sighed almost imperceptibly. The New World was so vast. Even if they could freely leave Tianhe in the future, finding Zheng Yichen would be a distant wish, wouldn't it?
But before that, they must first settle accounts with the Hundred Clans. After settling accounts, a new Hundred Clans might emerge in the New World, but as long as the new clans hold no grudge against Tianhe, it would be fine.
