Dawn Smoke Disciple, flying at the far edge of the group, actually looked the calmest of them all.
Even though her private chat channel was blowing up.
Compared with Mistblade and Song Gui, she and Xie Xie had received an additional notification about changes to their Tombs of the World.
The playing cards in Mai Mang · Xie Xie's hands and the royal banners in Dawn Smoke Disciple's hands had all turned into mahjong tile types that had never been lit up before.
They did not know how many of Zelan's mahjong-style Tombs of the World had previously been lit up, but they had clearly just lucked into a windfall.
Fifteen playing cards and seven royal banners had all turned into new mahjong tiles.
These were all Tomb of the World quotas that Mai Mang and Dawn had only managed to light up and unlock by invading other worlds.
Dawn Smoke Disciple folded one arm across herself and held a mahjong tile in her other hand, turning it between her fingers as she studied it.
That languid ease, that casual willingness to take things as they came, made her seem somewhat out of place beside the other three players.
A Golden Downpour fell. Yu Xunge, who had rushed over immediately after leaving the game, swept her gaze over the group, only for it to linger involuntarily on Dawn Smoke Disciple.
If Moon Fox beauty was forceful, then Fragrant Branch beauty was contradictory.
Every member of the Fuzhi Race seemed to possess a strangely contradictory air, one that drew the eye more than their exquisite features.
Again, there was silver hair and red eyes. A paintbrush served as a hairpin, loosely pinning her silver hair behind her head in a rather untidy arrangement, with stray locks sticking out every which way.