For Duanmu Huai, who was accustomed to the Net Path, subspace travel is slow and painful, akin to riding a high-speed train and then transferring to a slow green-skin train—one that hasn't been accelerated yet.
The only good luck was that he was in a soft sleeper cabin.
After two weeks of bumping around, the Tribunal's warship was finally spat out eagerly by the subspace and arrived at the designated star territory location.
However, the expressions of the people on the command deck were not pleasant. The reason was simple; their Starseer had repeatedly attempted to contact this place, but all they received was silence.
Hmm, under any circumstances, the silence of a Starseer is never a good thing. They are like the birds miners carry into the mines; once they encounter danger, they will shriek in panic, informing the miners of a toxic gas leak underground.
For Starseers, if you can hear their frantic rants, then all is well.
