Midnight, in Wangchuanzhai.
There was a complex smell of old wood, dust, and very faint sandalwood mixed with yin that only Su Qingli could smell.
She did not meditate like those "experts" in urban legends, and there was nothing like the aura surrounding the scene imagined by the cultivators.
Her slender fingers were hanging on the keyboard, and the cold light of the screen illuminated her expressionless face.
What's on the screen is neither a stock K-line nor a game interface, but a complex three-dimensional map of spiritual power fluctuations, and a map of city's yin energy nodes full of flashing red dots—if this thing were leaked, it would be enough to feature in tonight's special episode of "Access to Science."
She picked up an old copper coin with a dull color and frayed edges and placed it gently on her forehead.
The moment his skin touched the copper coin, a subtle coolness penetrated his eyebrows.
The copper coin lost its last bit of warm luster at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was a soft "click" sound on the surface and a fine line cracked.
Su Qingli didn't even raise her eyelids, her eyes were fixed on the corner of the screen.
