Shipping out those two cases of bottles and jars took quite a while. For one thing, many of the forms involved international shipments, which was a headache in itself. For another, packing the glass bottles was troublesome. Unless you stuffed half a kilogram of foam into the boxes, you just couldn't feel at ease. After all, they were fragile goods. The young woman filling out the courier forms was startled when such a large group came over to send international packages all across the Eurasian Continent. If her political awareness had been any higher, she might even have called the counterterrorism authorities. Fortunately, Hao Ren was quick-witted and explained in time that they were from an art studio that specialized in handmade crafts, and that all these were crafts being shipped out for sale. Only then did the courier company staff stop asking questions. A few bottles still had partially removed labels, though, and the words "Yellow Peach," "Strawberry," "Taro," and "Wang Zhihe" were rather puzzling...
Thank goodness they had finally managed to bluff their way through it. These days, as long as you said it was for the sake of art, you could basically handle ninety-nine percent of situations.
Then the group hurriedly took a vehicle to the commercial district in the city center.
Becky had not been still for even a moment since she boarded the bus. The instant the vehicle started moving, Hao Ren noticed that she had nearly drawn her sword and leaped to her feet. It seemed that sealing her sword at home right away had been a wise decision. When Hao Ren asked her about it out of curiosity, he learned that the instant the vehicle started, Becky had sensed "a violent and uncontrollable force surging up from beneath her feet." She had thought