Night lay over the grounds of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy like a heavy swath of ink-black velvet.
Inside the dorm room, only one soft, silver-white soul-guidance desk lamp remained lit. Its glow pooled over a broad, solid-wood drafting table.
Huo Yuhao wore plain clothes for the night. He had loosely tied back a few strands of his long, snow-white hair, leaving the rest to fall over his shoulders.
Leaning slightly forward, he ran a fingertip over the thick plans spread across the table. A faint trace of satisfaction crossed his eyes.
The plans showed neither a traditional Soul Cannon nor a Defensive Soul Tool, but a Soul Guidance Motorcycle.
Its lines were sharp and flowing. Multilayer shock-absorbing Soul Guidance Arrays were set inside the wheels, while compressed Soul Power propulsion circuits lined the sides, balancing explosive speed with stability.
The Maglev Express was smooth, comfortable, and capable of carrying a great deal, but Huo Yuhao still harbored one longing: to hear the wind howl past his ears as he raced ahead without a care in the world!
Knock, knock, knock—
Three low, quick knocks abruptly broke the room's silence.
They were not loud, but rang especially clear in the still night. Their measured rhythm carried a hint of deliberately feigned casualness.
Huo Yuhao's fingertip stopped. His lips curved faintly, as though he had expected this all along. "Finally," he murmured.
From the moment the Reignbow Arbiter's strange power had seized a fragment of Ghost Nana's soul in the nighttime streets and sealed it inside the weapon, he had suspected this would happen.
She could not possibly leave part of her soul in a stranger's hands.
He rose and stepped quietly to the door. A slender young woman stood outside.
Huo Yuhao raised a hand and slowly opened