After dinner.
The maids took Viola out shopping.
Wu Heng sat on the living room sofa, texting Wen Mansha while drinking tea.
"What are you doing?" The Empress Dowager's soul passed through the ceiling. "Shouldn't you go check on the animation's progress?"
"Let's go!" Wu Heng put away his phone, stood up, and cast Teleportation Spell, vanishing instantly.
When the magic array appeared again, he was already inside a separate manor.
The Empress Dowager arrived a little later, catching up to him.
They had a soul contract, so they could sense each other's direction and location.
"Here?" The Empress Dowager glanced at the pitch-black building beyond the window.
"Yeah. Some of the technical departments have been arranged around the Island Master's Manor." Wu Heng walked inside. "Come on, I'll show you around."
One man and one soul entered the building. The hall was shrouded in darkness.
Dozens of monitors cast a glow over skeletons seated before computers, working away. The sight was rather unnerving.
Wu Heng casually switched on the electric lights and introduced the place to the Empress Dowager. "The skeletons here are proficient in all kinds of design and drawing software. Newspaper layouts, image post-processing, and editing are all done here too."
The Empress Dowager looked around curiously. "What does post-processing mean?"
"It means touching up the parts of a photo you aren't satisfied with." Wu Heng explained briefly, then added, "Last time, we made a picture of Seydou wearing a dress and soliciting customers on a street corner."
"Seydou? The Religious Leader? Isn't he a man?" The Empress Dowager frowned.
"That's precisely why it's so devastating. I told him that if he dared harass Treasure Island again, I'd plaster that photo across every church." Wu Heng said, turning his head toward her.
The Empress Dowager stared dumbfounded