The group stepped out of the Dragon-Suppressing Temple into the dusk. The evening mountain breeze swept away the lingering heat of the underground palace. Chen Siyao clung tightly to Chen Hao's arm, her little face still soft with the relief of having survived.
Cai Jingwen and Yang Wanqing walked side by side nearby, their expressions relaxed. Only Yang Wanqing kept looking around, still regretting that she hadn't gotten to ride the Flood Dragon, looking utterly carefree.
Back in the hotel suite, Yang Wanqing set Xiao Yue on the bed. She yawned, padded around in a few circles on the pillow, curled into a ball, and closed her eyes.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Yang Wanqing scrolled through the photos on her phone. When she reached the one taken with the Flood Dragon, she couldn't help letting out a few more silly giggles.
"Yaoyao, where are we going next?" She put down her phone and turned to ask.
Chen Siyao was packing. She lined up the glittering stones she had picked up in the Flood Dragon's lair, admired them again and again, then tucked them into her backpack. She thought for a moment, but had no idea where to go either, so she looked at Cai Jingwen.
"Jingwen, you know this area. Any recommendations?"
Cai Jingwen was folding clothes. At the question, she paused and thought for a moment. "How about Magic City? I know it pretty well. The night view at the Bund is gorgeous, and there's plenty of good food."
"Magic City?" Yang Wanqing's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes!" She bounced off the bed.
"I've always wanted to go! Every time a video of the Bund comes up on my phone, it looks so beautiful. I've wanted to visit Magic City forever, but never had the chance.