Midnight's Fierce Cry
Liu Shuang was still as diligent as ever.
After parting ways with Su Zhiyan halfway through, Fu Qian didn't keep wandering aimlessly in the lively night. Instead, he went straight back to the lab, having done his good deed without seeking recognition.
After the careful upgrades he'd made earlier, this place's livability index—no, its research capabilities had clearly improved by leaps and bounds. It no longer felt as deserted as before.
Almost as soon as he stepped inside, he could sense the research assistant diligently working above, even in the deep darkness.
She wasn't making any big movements like practicing swordsmanship, but she was clearly not resting either. She seemed to be sitting in meditation, comprehending some profound truth.
As her Sword Heart Clarity progressed, she gave off an increasingly clear and translucent impression. Without his level of perception, it would probably have been hard to pick up on these details—and even more besides.
Without disturbing his diligent student, Fu Qian lightened his steps and made his way to his own chair.
He had to admit, its ornate and lavish design was growing more pleasing to the eye.
After admiring the furniture Red Moon had given him and once again approving of her taste, Fu Qian dropped into his seat and turned his attention to another object in front of him.
It was just as ornate and lavish.
Gold and black intermingled, with flecks of red as accents. Its pattern was dazzling, and its design was every bit as extravagant.
Though it was only a box.
That's right. The new item that had appeared while he was away was a small, square box.
If it hadn't been so excessively ornate, he might have thought that after losing contact with him for several days, the Warehouse had finally