Shen Haoran watched Xue Ling's graceful figure retreat and shook his head with a resigned sigh. For now, he had no choice but to continue acting as the glorified muscle, piloting the Flying Shuttle onward.
The long flight through space grew tedious, even for Shen Haoran. He sat cross-legged on the deck and closed his eyes to begin his Cultivation. He left the task of keeping the Flying Shuttle moving entirely to Changmao. Whenever the shuttle ran out of power, all Changmao had to do was toss in some Elemental Stones. Shen Haoran had plenty, so he didn't mind the expense.
After flying continuously for about half a month, the Flying Shuttle finally neared the exit. Shen Haoran and Xue Ling gazed at the bright opening and let out a long sigh of relief. Not everyone could endure the darkness and solitude of the Chaos Space.
