C467 A Great Harvest!

The thought struck Ming Ying like an icy blast, sending a chill through his entire body.

"Contact the starship," Ming Ying blurted out, too rushed to gather the Star Brilliance Fluid, and immediately reached out to the starship.

"We've received your signal," Elder Qian responded promptly. Ming Ying's voice, tinged with urgency, made everyone sense that trouble was brewing