Hui Xing adjusted her lenses, reflecting a cold, dazzling light.
Meanwhile, Qingque pushed over a floating projection interface.
"Hey, sis! The maintenance plan and division of labor are all set. Take a look and see if anything needs to be added."
"Hmm... Fine, let's go with this arrangement. I'll notify the maintenance team right away. Time is tight, let's start now!"
"Alright, let's finish early and get off work on time!"
Qingque shouted a slogan she didn't even believe in, then drooped her little head in discouragement.
It was only natural. Fu Xuan knew very well what kind of difficulty completing the maintenance in three days entailed, or she wouldn't have dragged Qingque—who had placed such high hopes in her—over to help, though Qingque probably didn't want this kind of high hopes.
This job was destined to require overtime, with the only difference being whether she would pull two all-nighters or three.
"So annoying, I actually wanted to ask Sister Ling Shuang to play cards."
"Cheng Lingshuang?"
"Yeah, Hui Xing, do you know Sister Ling Shuang too?"
"I've heard a bit about her. I heard she's a grandmaster of swordsmanship, to the extent that the renowned Vanguard Yan Qing even took her as his master. You have to know that Yan Qing is General Jing Yuan's disciple, after all."
Hui Xing took off her lenses, wiped them carefully, and spoke offhandedly.
Qingque nodded.
"Though I don't really understand, Master Fu Xuan and General Jing Yuan both truly respect Sister Ling Shuang. I suppose she really is the kind of high expert who towers above the rest. She even saved my life once."
"Then what kind of person do you think she is?"
"Hmm... She feels just like the worldly experts that appear in pulp novels, living in seclusion among the