Yang Yong actually couldn't remember who had been assigned to this room.
Too many things had happened over the past few days, too many different things. Cao Xianming had handled all the accommodations, and Yang Yong hadn't asked about them at all.
Forget it. Never mind.
Yang Yong went straight up and knocked.
Soon, the door opened.
Seeing that pointed, ratlike face, Yang Yong froze for a moment...
It was Ground Rat, of all people.
Wait.
Wasn't this guy still a prisoner?
Why did a prisoner get a room to himself?
Yang Yong thought back. It seemed that ever since they entered Mechanical City, he hadn't paid any more attention to Ground Rat or the other prisoner.
No one in the convoy had brought it up either. They had probably tacitly accepted them as unofficial members.
The moment Ground Rat saw Yang Yong standing outside, his whole body trembled.
The task Yang Yong had given him...
Filling those empty transcendent crystals with supernatural power...
He hadn't finished it yet.
He really had been pouring energy into the crystals as hard as he could in his room these past few days.
But there were so many of those things. How could he possibly fill them all?
Now that Yang Yong had suddenly shown up, what else could he want besides a progress update?
Ground Rat said timidly, "Y-Yong, I'm still working hard to fill those crystals..."
But Yang Yong waved a hand, cutting him off. "Forget those for now. Move aside and let me in."
Ground Rat hurriedly stepped aside, his heart fluttering with unease.
Yang Yong strode into the room, heading straight toward the sensation.
Crossing the room, he stopped at the bathroom door, pushed it open, and went inside.
The sensation grew stronger and stronger. That invisible thread pulled