Lang Xiaoyin's expression was solemn. "Ever since I entered this line of work, someone has investigated me every day. But those people couldn't even uncover anything about my background. Anyone who wanted to do something to me disappeared. Do you know what kind of power exists behind me? It's a vast presence that the outside world can't see through."
Now, this investigation into me has actually alarmed them. This is no simple matter.
The assistant nodded. "That's why I deliberately brought you out. Ordinary people wouldn't be worth our attention."
Lang Xiaoyin entered the Logic Net and contacted someone.
After quite some time, the other side still hadn't answered. There was only one sentence—wait for news.
The fewer the words, the more serious the matter.
This meant that the existence behind her had sensed a crisis.
The assistant was puzzled. "Whoever could alarm those people behind you must be an extremely powerful force. We only sing songs. How could we alarm such an existence?"
Lang Xiaoyin put away the Logic Net and let out a breath. "Cancel all external activities for now. Take a break for a while. Just say I'm composing songs."
The assistant nodded, his expression growing even more solemn.
Lang Xiaoyin looked at the starry sky outside the spaceship. This universe was not actually that safe.
Elsewhere in the Cubic Distance, a light screen kept flashing. It showed one match after another involving the Si Nan Team.
Someone stared at the light screen, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile. "They're actually there. Hu Qiu? Descendants of the White Night Clan? I've finally found you." As he spoke, a mask appeared in his hand. He slowly put it on and walked out.
The Radiant Light Shuttle traveled through the universe. In the distance, the endless