The island.
Elsewhere.
On the silent, desolate mountain, a handsome young man dressed in snow-white clothes and wearing bulky headphones around his neck silently gazed at the National Destiny Golden Dragon soaring into the sky in the distance. His tousled black hair fluttered in the wind.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he slightly turned his head to look behind him.
A tall woman in a fleece hoodie was walking over from afar with a smile, stopping at his side.
"Why are you here too?"
"Of course I was worried little Tang Tang would get bored all by himself, so I came to keep you company." The woman gave his shoulder a hearty pat.
Tang Yusheng gave her a helpless look. "Wang Qing, I'm your senior and your superior, you know. Could you not call me something so weird? It feels awkward."
"I think it's pretty nice." Wang Qing spoke matter-of-factly. After a brief pause, she continued,
"Besides, I didn't come entirely to see you this time... I'm also curious what this Lin Qiye the Marquis keeps talking about actually looks like."
Tang Yusheng turned back toward the National Destiny Golden Dragon rising into the distance.
"Uncle Li has summoned the national destiny itself... Isn't this a little too much of a spectacle?"
"That's normal." Wang Qing spoke leisurely.
"After all, without doing this, it would be difficult to explain our existence.
Who would have thought that within Great Xia's slumbering national destiny, there was a group of antiques who had been dead for who knew how long?"
Tang Yusheng said nothing. He merely rubbed the bulky headphones around his neck in silence. After a long while, he let out a deep sigh...
As they watched the National Destiny Golden Dragon surge forth before them, Lin Qiye and the others