Yang Ming didn't make any unnecessary movements. He stood up straight, and the crimson glow in his eyes flashed briefly, startling several people around him who were either sitting or standing.
Outside the porthole was an unfamiliar starry sky.
"Did we escape?" Yang Ming asked urgently.
"We did," Mimili said softly, "for now."
"The Sherman Empire dispatched a task force to track us," Lyu's projection appeared nearby, "but we've temporarily shaken them off. I didn't expect the Empire to have hidden some military technology; that task force is incredibly adept at tracking warp signals."
Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and took two steps forward, inexplicably floating into the air.
Kolev, who was about to speak, was dumbfounded.
"Oh! Yang Ming, can you fly now? Did you turn off the simulated gravity? Oh, it's still on!"
Yang Ming clicked his tongue softly, pondered for a moment, calmed his mind, and gradually floated down.
