Raoshu, executive director of the Information Technology Research Laboratory, stood with her arms crossed a step behind. Her gaze was similarly focused on the blinding red noise on the light screen, but in her eyes, there was none of Limeng's frustrated impatience at a shattered ideal, only a nearly cold scrutiny and analysis. Wearing an improved Liyue scholar's robe, she was slightly plump, yet her posture was as upright as a pine. Behind her lenses, her gaze was as sharp as a probe capable of piercing through the data fog.
"Mr. Limeng," Raoshu spoke again, her tone not a negation, but a statement of objective fact. "The theoretical significance and long-term strategic value of the exploration to pierce the 'False Sky' are beyond doubt. However—" She changed her tune, bringing up another, smaller light screen beside her, which displayed a complex signal spectrum and densely packed frontline intelligence summaries. "We must face the realistic threats currently confronting the Serenitea Pot and our extremely limited resources."
Her fingertips swiped quickly across the light screen, zooming in on several key areas: "Based on the sporadic radio signals we are currently able to intercept—most of which come from the chaotic and disorderly internal communications of the Abyss Order—and cross-analyzing them with the latest intelligence sent back by the forward reconnaissance team, we can draw a clear conclusion: the discipline of communications among the Snezhnayan native garrison…
Chapter 155