In the real world.
By the lake, Mo Jianghe was lounging on a deck chair, one hand holding a fishing rod wrapped in bandages, his legs crossed casually.
Hmm?
Mo Jianghe sensed something and looked up toward the sky.
In the night sky, several dark red meteors streaked across.
A trace of worry appeared in Mo Jianghe's eyes.
It seemed the Central Federation's star map project was nearing its final stages.
Those people...
What kind of future would humanity face under their intervention?
"Seventh Uncle!" Mo Jiawei suddenly appeared behind Mo Jianghe, calling out loudly. "So artistic? Watching a meteor shower?"
"Get lost! You scared all the fish away!"
Mo Jianghe responded irritably, pushing his worries aside.
Why worry?
Anyway, if the sky were to fall, someone tall would bear the weight.