She found an empty Light Orb and poured her energy into it, forming an orb twice the size of the children's, then held it above her head.
The children all stopped. More than a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on the orb.
Yang Wanqing tossed it into the air.
The orb flew up and burst into a dozen smaller orbs in midair, spreading into a ring and falling in every direction like fireworks.
The children shrieked as they ran to catch them.
A little girl with braids jumped up and caught one. She clutched it in her hand, light leaking through her fingers. She grinned.
Yang Wanqing crouched down to meet her eyes. The little girl said something in the Sushen Language.
Yun Wanlan translated from behind her. "She said... 'You're so good at playing, big sister.'"
Yang Wanqing's smile faltered for a moment.
She reached out and stroked the little girl's hair. "So are you."
The little girl didn't understand. But she smiled.
Chen Siyao stood nearby and captured the scene. The Recording Crystal's lens pointed at Yang Wanqing and the children. Comments scrolled past, but she didn't look at them.
She was thinking about something.
These children... the last bloodline of the Sushen Tribe. They had been born on the moon. They had never seen Blue Star. Never seen the sun. They lived beneath an artificial barrier sky.
Their world consisted of just twelve floating islands.
And yesterday, her brother had erased Pluto from the Solar System. The Heavenly Demons' nest had been wiped out. The threat that had loomed over the Sushen Tribe for a thousand years was gone.
What came next?
Would these children keep living here forever?
Lunch was laid out on the Eastern Pavilion's terrace.
The Sushen Tribe's cooks brought out their finest skills.