A few hours passed quickly.
Thousand Faces had already left the captain's cabin.
Chen Ming was still idly lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.
After agreeing to help the president a few days ago, he had already started to get distracted by the tasks for the president, as a Star System suspected to be infected with a dimensional anomaly needed his attention.
Though he had the assistance of the Dusk Core, and didn't need to personally oversee every location, assigning tasks to the Dusk Core and coordinating with the Fifth Legion still required his attention, time, and energy.
Recently, all An Wuping had to do was scurry around like a mouse with Zuo Jing and continually change spaceships, not encountering much trouble otherwise.
In addition, he had openly planned a trip to Cai Mo City that would take another week.
Now, following Zuo Jing running around, it would only take longer and be less efficient.
