The underground study was brightly lit with white light, forming a sharp contrast with the pitch-black night outside.
Beside them, four computers were still turned on, with the mainframe occasionally emitting operational sounds, and the flickering red light carried a hint of eeriness.
A few people sat around in a group, discussing something.
Xiaoling sat in the main seat of the sofa, with Su Qiuqiu sleeping sideways behind him, groggy and drowsy.
Xiaoling's tall figure practically shielded most of Su Qiuqiu behind him as he sat; her breathing, warm even through a shirt, just brushed against his waist, bringing a slight heat.
Xiaoling clasped his hands together, with an unnatural expression beneath his mask.
Ye Wen wasn't interested in the Crown Prince at the moment, and he looked at Xu Xingchen with extreme suspicion, "You're saying you know a way out of this world?"
He had no choice; Ye Wen harbored a bias against cultivation base disparity.
