In Zhang Jie's room in the China Team, the air was filled with the mingled aroma of grilled meat and beer.
Zheng Zha plopped down beside the long dining table, his thigh slapping the chair with a dull thud. He still held a bottle of immortal brew "exchanged" from the Main God Space.
"Hahahaha! Today really is a great day!"
Zheng Zha said excitedly as he looked toward Zhao Yingkong on the other side.
Unlike her former icy assassin demeanor, Zhao Yingkong's face now carried a little more human warmth.
"Thank you, everyone—thank you all."
Zhao Yingkong smiled and spoke to the group.
"So, are your two personalities fused into one now?"
Seeing Zhao Yingkong's condition, Zhang Jie asked curiously.
After all, dissociative identity disorder was something one rarely encountered even in a hundred tellings.
Zhao Yingkong did not answer at once. She pulled two items from her pocket.
One was the Tiger Talisman, entirely gray and carved with ancient patterns.
The other was a transparent capsule the size of a fist, containing what seemed to be a trace of dark-red liquid that flowed slowly within.
"More precisely—"
She paused before replying, "It's three-in-one."
"Three-in-one?"
"This—could it be that triangles are stable?"
Liu Yu's eyes widened as he blurted it out instinctively.
The moment he finished speaking, the dining table fell silent. Then, a burst of uproarious laughter erupted.
Zhang Jie laughed so hard he rocked back and forth, nearly spilling the beer in his hand.
He wiped away tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes, pointed at Liu Yu, and said between gasps, "Hahahaha! Liu Yu, your—your train of thought is really—something else!"
"But now we're truly secure!"
Zheng Zha raised his bottle toward Zhao Yingkong, his voice brimming with undisguised boldness and confidence. "With me and