Before anyone realized it, evening had already fallen. After the afternoon session of the Summit Conference was suspended, the world erupted in an uproar.
The most searched keywords online were:
Who exactly is he?
Is the Black Card real?
Discussion of this matter had overshadowed all the Supernatural Organizations that had already revealed themselves to the world... What was more, because the ninety-nine Black Cards had been scattered across the world, the sand sculpture netizens of this era had mockingly dubbed it: the Age of the Great Black Cards.
Hey, did you dig up a Black Card today?
"Her aunt's period!"
It was Lizi's voice.
Aunt Ren of the third-rate magazine office and Lizi had left the venue early because the conference had been suspended... A lot had happened today, and Ren Ziling had not returned to the office. Instead, she had driven Lizi straight home.
"Welcome back."
Maid Miss was wearing a pink apron and holding a wooden spatula. She greeted them with a smile... Lizi had already caught the aroma of food drifting out of the kitchen. Her appetite instantly flared, and she put a finger in her mouth, staring longingly.
"Did everything go smoothly today?" Maid Miss took the handbag from Aunt Ren herself and asked softly.
"Don't mention it." Aunt Ren dragged herself forward a few steps before flopping onto the sofa. She said weakly, "You saw the livestream too, right...? Do you think it went smoothly?"
"I'll prepare a towel for you to wipe your face." Maid Miss spoke softly.
Aunt Ren immediately sat up and waved her hands. "No, no! You're not married into the family yet. Lizi can do these things... Lizi! Aren't you going to get me a towel?"
Lizi was still waiting for something to eat. Hearing this, she