Aboard the Feinan, newly-awakened Yang Ming stared at the information summary display in front of him, his mood gradually sinking.
"Boss."
Yang Ming rubbed his forehead, "Still no trace of the Valkyrie?"
"No," Lyu said quietly, "We underestimated the difficulty of finding her in the vast interstellar space. The ghost ship's movements follow no pattern."
Yang Ming pondered for a few moments but wasn't too hesitant.
"Search for forty-eight more Galaxy Time units. If we don't find it, we'll pull back entirely. From now on, Molly Miss Mining Group will only focus on economic activities."
"Yes, Boss."
Yang Ming got up, walked to the corner, and began exercising to stay in a state of readiness.
Meanwhile.
Sherman Empire, Heavenly Fury Fortress, a certain operations conference room.
