"Very well, now summon Miss Qian," Xia Wei nonchalantly replied, not bothering to turn around. Just as he wanted to delve further into Dai Qing's performance, a prompt appeared before him, indicating a playback of a previous recording.
[Recording process halted...]
[Saving the recording in the Host's database.]
Though the information he acquired consisted solely of an image of Old Ping's meditating body, surrounded by a radiant golden glow, it proved to be quite valuable. As he anticipated, there were no noticeable changes in Old Ping's physical appearance once he regained consciousness.
"Understood," Old Ping promptly rose to his feet and respectfully cupped his hands.
With Old Ping's departure, Xia Wei's awareness of his presence in the room diminished, allowing him to finally focus on Dai Qin's activities in the middle of the lake. To his surprise, as his gaze fell upon the tranquil waters, he witnessed Dai Qing's body suspended above them.
