Liu Di turned around.
His gaze fell on Mr. Song and the several Mohist School disciples beside him.
Mr. Song stepped forward. Seeing the shimmering glow on Liu Di's body, a deep look of confusion appeared on his face.
Yet he still hesitated before saying, "My young friend, I believe there are still many important matters we need to discuss."
"Of course."
Liu Di turned back and pointed at Steel Di Qi standing at the edge of the rooftop behind him. "Whatever you want to say, you can discuss it with it slowly. Talk through the night, explain it all in detail—anything is fine."
Mr. Song froze.
But Liu Di's gaze settled on one of the Mohist School disciples. He had long hair, handsome features, and a tall, straight build.
Purple light flickered in The Right Eye as it measured the man's dimensions.
The Mohist School disciple felt a chill crawl over his scalp.
Liu Di said, "Could I borrow your clothes?"
The Mohist School disciple was stunned. He looked at the dark silver Mohist School robe he wore, then nodded blankly.
He removed his outer robe, only for Liu Di to discover that Mohist School ancient-style attire went all the way through—underneath, the man wore nothing but white underclothes.
Liu Di took the robe, gave it a flick through the air, and put it on, fastening the sash around his waist. He looked exceptionally elegant.
He wanted to conceal the High-Dimensional Virus on his body, at least visually.
The Silver Shuttle streaked across the sky and slowly descended. Liu Di stepped inside and said over his shoulder, "Mr. Song, we'll meet again if there's a chance."
Then the silver streak vanished into the distant sky.
The remaining people stood there in a daze.
Mr. Song, who had been so