"The night is dark, and the crows cry from the cold; lying on the boat, I can't fall asleep. Outside Suzhou City, there's a monastery, where the great bell tolls even at midnight."
Two people had teleported straight from the station in Bianjing City to Gusu, then ran desperately towards the Cold Mountain Monastery, sprinting wildly whilst deploying movement technique, with the roguish monk Niu Zhichun even improvising a poem on the spot before turning to Ye Weiming with a laugh and asking, "Brother Ye, how did you find my spontaneously composed poem?"
Ye Weiming merely frowned without a word while simultaneously sending a message in the team channel, "To prevent eavesdropping through space, it's safer to communicate in the team channel."
"Got it!" Niu Zhichun replied, then immediately sent a message following up, "You didn't answer my previous question. How was my poem?"