While the young patrol team members were scouring every blade of grass under the scorching sun, searching for the giant snail rumored to spit the water of longevity.
Not far from the Lakeside Forest, on the top level of the Book Mountain Library.
A tall figure was standing behind the spotless floor-to-ceiling window, silently observing the vast lake through the thick glass.
Her gaze slowly shifted between a large artificial hill and the ant-like figures on the lawn.
For a long time, she didn't move.
Several differently sized blue paper cranes circled around her, dancing gracefully, attempting to settle on her porcelain-white shoulder exposed to the air.
But they seemed as though enchanted by a hypnosis curse, unable to approach the figure.
"How long do you plan to let them fly?" A curious voice sounded from the side: "These are Zheng Qing's paper cranes, right?"
