Night flowed quietly. The Elemental Tide carried a chill into the little city, stilling the daytime clamor.
Even the windmill's fans had stopped turning. Their creaking would disturb the honored guest's sleep. In the quiet night, only soft snores seemed to flow.
Li Ziran lay sprawled on a fluffy woolen blanket with his eyes closed, three women draped over him, while Feng beside him was nearly buried beneath a hill-like pile of women.
His snoring was faint, but his face was utterly composed, as though he had completed some exceptionally important task.
This was Li Ziran's first time observing the editor-in-chief of the "Elemental Forecast" at such close range. Even asleep, Feng carried the graceful magnificence of an aristocrat.
Li Ziran secretly laughed. If he got up and gave him a knife right now, this editor-in-chief who ruled the fate of the Human Race might truly die on the spot.
But he knew that was impossible.
This man handled matters meticulously. There could not possibly be such a loophole.
There was no longer anyone in the little pool. Only a few women shifted slightly, as if they had not had their fill, yet could only keep their eyes closed. At a time like this, they could not possibly still be awake. That was not permitted; it would be far too tactless.
These women would remain with Li Ziran until daybreak tomorrow.
The night was deep, and the snores had begun. It was absolutely the perfect night for sleep, yet Li Ziran could not sleep at all. What filled his mind was the fate of the Human Race.
He could not casually use surgery. Though he had great faith in it, making unnecessary moves at a time like this would only be gilding the lily.
He had to infiltrate the place