The man wore a gray work uniform, carried a black backpack, and held a silver toolbox in one hand. He looked capable and energetic.
When he saw Zheng Qiuyi sitting in the gazebo, he immediately stopped, bent slightly at the waist, and greeted her respectfully.
"Good afternoon, Madam. I'm Chen Mo from the Equipment Maintenance Department. I was ordered to come and set up the spirit tool."
Zheng Qiuyi gave a slight nod and smiled warmly. Rising from the stone bench, she replied, "Oh, it's Xiao Chen. Sorry for the trouble of making you come all this way. It's windy outside, so come into the gazebo."
Then, under the gazes of the housekeeper and Zheng Qiuyi, Chen Mo set down his toolbox, unzipped his backpack, and carefully took out a spherical spirit tool.
The spirit tool was about the size of an adult's fist. Its main body was made of silver-white metal, with an exquisite hollow design inside and interwoven patterns visible within.
The surface was also carved with fine cloud patterns. Every line had been polished smooth and even, giving off a faint sheen beneath the setting sun. At a glance, it was clearly no ordinary object.
Chen Mo placed the spherical spirit tool on the stone table, gripped both sides of it with both hands, and let a faint golden Spiritual Light shimmer at his fingertips.
As Spiritual Energy slowly flowed into it, the patterns on the spirit tool's surface gradually lit up. The faint points of light slowly became golden radiance, like scattered starlight circulating across the surface—soft, yet not dazzling.
An invisible wave of energy slowly spread outward from the spirit tool as its center.
The morning-glory vines in the gazebo swayed lightly, and tiny ripples appeared in the coffee cup on the stone table. The