Shen Tang had never expected this matter to drag on for so long.
She searched through illusion after illusion, terrified of missing even the slightest possibility—even one with a probability of only one in a hundred million. But what if? What if the one illusion she overlooked contained the real Chu Yao? Shen Tang had boundless confidence in herself, but when it came to luck, she was timid.
A loser in the gacha game did not dare gamble on luck, so she could only make up for clumsiness with diligence.
The more light spots she gathered, the stronger Chu Yao's aura became, and the more intense her premonition grew. Shen Tang gradually formed a suspicion: Could these light spots be some kind of guaranteed pity mechanic? Once she gathered enough, would a Chu Yao inevitably appear? The thought filled her with motivation.
[What if?]
[What if it really is a guaranteed draw?]
Whether the light spots had anything to do with a guaranteed draw or not, Shen Tang was going to squat in the flower fields and search slowly anyway. She had already prepared herself to sweep through everything before finding Chu Yao. If she only needed to gather enough light spots to obtain Chu Yao's gold card ahead of time, that was a bargain!
At that thought, her mood brightened by three whole degrees.
Humming little tunes and singing songs, she pointed out a flower at random.
From time to time, she also complained about how melodramatic Chu Yao's scripts in the illusions were: [What third-rate screenwriter thought this up with their toes? Wuhui would never be this stupid. If he were the Eastern Palace Crown Prince staging a coup and fighting his brothers, he'd definitely cultivate his strength in secret. What use is it to win over this