The lady in the black dress, Magnetar Holy Lord remained silent.
"Mother, I have been your son for millenniums. Would you please let go of the past grudges?" A male voice that covered the entire ship came from the back.
"Black Blade Holy Lord..." The woman in the black dress sighed as a sign of tiredness could be seen in her gaze.
"It does not matter if I have become a Holy Lord. You will always be my mother." His tone was sincere.
"Uncle Huaer is currently trapped and will not be able to break free within five days. It's obvious that the Pilots will make their moves in these five days. If we don't unite now, we may possibly not be able to protect our last foundation!" The voice said, slightly emotional.