Lin Yan's concerns were not unfounded.
In the cyber era, a sudden change in a person's temperament often warranted caution from their companions.
It was often a sign of viral infection, a curse, becoming an "electronic ghost."
Seeing Lin Hong willing to argue with her, Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Hong returned to his usual indifference, throwing out an anti-gravity flying sword to stand on. Together, they flew away from the Black Dragon Stronghold.
Half an hour later.
"Here we are, Yellowstone Town."
Lin Yan looked down from above, overlooking the settlement and commenting, "How dirty and backward these mortal towns are."
"The wind direction is just right, let's begin."
Lin Hong stated.
The two unfastened four metal canisters from their waists and threw them into the four corners of Yellowstone Town – east, south, west, and north.
Lin Yan lifted her wrist and tapped a few times on the smartwatch's dial.
