Qin Fen clapped his hands and walked out of the restroom, not taking the book to heart. It was no wonder he had not thought of it—WeChat and the Heavenly Book had resonated and formed a connection. Writing in it clearly did not follow any ordinary method, so almost no one could have guessed it. He did not dwell on it either. Sooner or later, he would find out.
The exhibition hall was already bustling the moment he stepped outside, packed with teams from everywhere.
There were domestic teams and quite a few foreign ones as well. The elites had gathered in one place, each filled with anticipation for the upcoming competition.
The foreigners were experienced. As they studied others' design concepts, they also considered countermeasures. During combat, designs could be modified on the fly, with armor or weapons added. The domestic teams were no fools either, all craning their necks to probe for information.
Every team was busy as hell, except for the Three Gorges University delegation, which was relatively quiet because Qin Fen had not arrived.
"What did Brother-in-law go off to do? Why is he always nowhere to be found at the critical moment?" The younger sister-in-law was not complaining; she just wanted to know what Qin Fen was planning this time. She was becoming increasingly baffled by this shut-in.
Her hand unconsciously clenched and relaxed, revealing her anxiety.
"How would I know what he's doing? Men have things to do!" Queen Mother did not care. Qin Fen was a high-ranking official of the Heavenly Court, an Imperial Lord overseeing one side. He was so busy—did they really think he was a shut-in?
Queen Mother was right. Had Qin Fen not just gone to the Underworld for a meeting?
As they spoke, Qin Fen emerged with a