Snake Tongue suddenly woke from her meditative state. The yacht's living area lounge was empty, with no sign of Yin Le. She had no idea where Secretary Yin had gone.
The Virtual Work Area was still lit up, information continuously refreshing across the interface. Ability Users from all over the world were launching wave after wave of discussions around last night's hot topics. The keywords were nothing more than Ronan, airship, the Amaterasu Order, and the like.
For the spectators, the matter was over. It was time for them to weigh in.
But for those involved, was it really over?
Snake Tongue checked the time. It was around four in the morning. Only five or six hours had passed since the Intercontinental Airship incident.
Ban City's atmosphere was still oppressive, weighing heavily on her heart.
Snake Tongue adjusted her aura and slowly rose, following that faint sensation in her heart. There was no one around, but she still took her customary small, measured steps out of the lounge and rode the small elevator up to the upper deck.
Only a few lights remained at the Passenger Terminal, but the darkest part of the night had passed. The deck railing, lounge chairs, and other decorations had taken shape in the murk. So had the figure standing at the bow, who knew for how long.
"Secretary Yin."
"North Mountain Lady."
Even after repeated adjustments, neither form of address was quite accurate. They were unfamiliar and polite, just like the relationship between them.
"Not resting for a while?"
"There are some matters at headquarters that need handling."
"You've worked hard."
Di City was three hours ahead of Ban City. It was about time for work to be handled there as well—not to mention that some matters did not care about the time.
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