The golden light slowly sank downward. The sea of blood beneath the lake seemed as though its space and capacity were limited—throw in enough ammunition, and it could be burned dry;
Yet it also seemed boundless. The golden light sank for what felt like ages without ever reaching the bottom.
Shen Le remained lying on the grass, reaching out and probing with all his strength, but he could only feel himself growing farther and farther away from that wisp of golden light...
[Mr. Shen, are you all right? Mr. Shen?]
A drone flew over to his side, its rotors buzzing as a cautious human voice came from within. Shen Le opened his eyes, looking utterly frustrated.
"Not really. I can't find it... Where did that golden light go? I feel like it was something very important, something that originally came from the Central Plains..."
He pushed himself up, frowning deeply at the lake as he hesitated over whether to use the Water Arts Formula and jump in to search for it himself.
The drone turned to face him and continued cautiously, "Then, Mr. Shen, would it be convenient for you to stay here another day or two? Regarding this operation, we need to survey the site and prepare a report and explanation..."
If Shen Le insisted on leaving, or if he was too exhausted or uncomfortable, they would take him down the mountain and then go to his residence to ask questions. They were all about providing doorstep service—no making civilians take even one unnecessary step!
Shen Le was very understanding and cooperative. After all, this time, the Special Affairs Bureau—and probably the military as well—had gone all out to help him.
Three large drones alone had arrived, and who knew how many smaller drones had been released from their