Valley.
On the empty flat ground, Lin Qiye and the others whispered softly as they sneakily approached the empty void before them, their eyes faintly gleaming.
"...One, two, three!"
The moment the words fell, the four of them suddenly reached out and grabbed at the air in front of them. Each hugged a clump of empty air, then turned and sprinted off in different directions.
Pfft!
At the edge of the valley, Wang Qing, who had been curiously watching the scene, could not help but laugh.
"Hahahaha... Old Nie, look! These little ones are pretty interesting, aren't they?!"
Wang Qing slapped Nie Jinshan's shoulder, producing several loud thumps as if she were striking a block of steel. The latter turned his stern face to glance at her, a trace of helplessness surfacing in his expression.
"Keep your voice down. Kengqiang is still focused on controlling the Virtual Reconstruction. Don't distract him," Nie Jinshan said in a deep voice.
Wang Qing awkwardly shrugged and looked around.
"By the way, why didn't Little Tang come?"
"Tang Yusheng won't be coming." Nie Jinshan spoke with some complexity in his voice. "This scene today... it's better if he doesn't see it."
As the two spoke, a figure dressed in a dark teal padded skirt slowly approached from the distance. With a hairpin in her hair, she looked like a Palace Lady who had stepped out of some ancient Imperial Palace.
The instant Wang Qing saw her, the smile at the corner of her mouth vanished. She immediately stood up respectfully.
"Elder Gongyang."
"Elder Gongyang," Nie Jinshan said calmly.
Gongyang Wan smiled faintly and nodded to the two of them. Her gaze swept across the members of Night who were racing off in different directions across the open ground before finally settling on Lin Qiye.