The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, falling upon this pair of "golden boy and jade maiden" as though it had gilded them with a golden halo.
The bamboo forest was silent.
Only the breeze brushing through the bamboo leaves could be heard, rustling softly.
Chi Yao made no further moves, nor did she intend to take him out of the bamboo forest.
Most of Dawn Ancient Welfare Institute was covered by surveillance equipment. Moreover, the commotion just now had not been small; it must have alerted the institute's higher-ups, and perhaps even people outside the institute had noticed.
After all, that earlier aura had been enough to make anyone here tremble in their soul!
The silence in the bamboo forest did not last long.
Three breaths.
Just three breaths later, several figures flashed over from afar at low altitude within Heavenly Origin City, where all flight was forbidden.
At their head was an elderly man dressed in a green robe, garbed like an ascetic cultivator.
He looked to be around sixty, with white hair and beard, a lean face, and eyes as deep as ancient pools, as though they contained endless ages.
He wore no extravagant ornaments, not even a badge signifying his identity.
Yet the aura he naturally exuded was enough to freeze the air around him.
He was Zhongli Wo, the current director of Dawn Ancient Welfare Institute.
Behind Zhongli Wo followed another seven or eight people.
There was the head of security in a black uniform, the director of the Detection Center in a white coat—the elderly researcher with graying hair—
as well as several elderly high-ranking officials whose auras were profound, clearly longtime veterans of the institute.
After such an incident, none of them looked pleased.
Whoosh...