What happened to Fireworks of Romance could only be called a minor interlude.
Although a certain Miss Majesty was usually quite unaware of herself, her luck always seemed to be rather good... Bai Zhi felt that the saying "fortune favors fools" suited her perfectly.
Why would someone whose very nature was that of a goofy comedian care so much about being dignified?
Sure enough, was everyone like this? Forever yearning for things they had never possessed?
...Bai Zhi felt that was worth pondering.
After Fireworks of Romance's little incident, nothing major happened again until they had finished resting.
In fact, they had rested for less than a day.
All told, they had only rested for about a dozen hours. The Players who could make it here were all Elites, with strong self-adjustment abilities. After getting a good night's sleep, they had recovered their spirits.
Then, nearly two hundred Players, led by a [Ghost Messenger] who held an underworld post in the Underworld, collectively headed toward the banks of the Wangchuan River.
Setting out from the rest area, they walked along the boundless, mighty river for over an hour before arriving at a place resembling a ferry crossing.
Here, the ground beneath their feet had somehow turned to yellow earth. A dense layer of White Mist had spread across the Wangchuan River, while its murky yellow waters were as still as a stagnant pool.
Beside the ferry crossing, they could vaguely make out the remnants of a damaged structure, something like the ruined piers and stones of a bridge.
"Yellow Springs Road, Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge... Don't tell me this used to be Naihe Bridge?"
Unconsciously shrinking her neck a little, Fireworks of Romance muttered softly as she looked at the scene before them.
—She was far from the only Player