The immense burden of responsibility weighed heavily on everyone's shoulders, making it hard for the group to breathe.
"Meditation Room check completed—"
"Holy Energy reserves are normal," Tianlan's voice came through the sound transmission tube.
The little girl, who had just been released from confinement, didn't complain. She just let out a long breath and thankfully said, "Fortunately, Sister Atira and I prepared in advance, or it would have been a big problem..."
Fang Hong was sitting at his desk, wearing gloves, flipping through the nautical log and maps before him. In a short period of time, they were already covered with densely marked information.
He picked up the sound transmission tube and said, "Tianlan, don't occupy the channel."
"Oh—"
A voice of grievance came from the other side.
"How do you find this route?" Fang Hong asked, pointing to a line drawn on the map with a pencil.
Hilveld looked at him and nodded gently.
