Half a day later, the Wu family's private spaceship successfully docked with the Zelda.
As soon as the cabin door opened, Wu Ziyan couldn't wait any longer and rushed out—
"Dad! Mom! Brother!"
Like a bird returning to its nest, she dove straight into her family's embrace.
Her mother held her tightly, fingertips trembling slightly, her voice choked with emotion, "It's good you're back... it's good you're back..."
The beautiful woman's eyes were red, tears silently falling, yet she still gently patted her daughter's back, as if confirming her real presence.
At this moment, everyone's gaze instinctively turned to the two men standing behind Wu Ziyan—
Patriarch Wu Shouwen of the Wu family was imposing, standing as steadily as a mountain, his face determined, bushy eyebrows like blades, his sharp tiger-like eyes, and a short beard on his chin adding to his rugged and heroic aura.
