Falling Meteors, Destination: Sea of Stars

"Oh my, my dear brother! If you had come back any later, Commander Su Deben would have thrown my brains down to look for you."

"Well, it's also partially my fault. I didn't think of asking you to bring more filter elements. How could this protective suit last more than two hours under those conditions!"

"Move quickly! I'll get Yan Xiaqing to properly examine your body!"

The rocket was flying at an altitude of ninety meters above ground when the rear entrance opened. 

Before Su Mo could even shut the door behind him, Lu Kuan, who was controlling the robot, rushed forward with an anxious "look" on his face. 

His trip down below, calculating from when he descended until he came back up, had lasted eight hours. 

Of those eight hours, the protective suit would only function properly for the first two hours. 

After the third hour, the protective suit would begin to lose effect. 

For Lu Kuan, it was a period of anxious waiting.