Dusk was setting in.
The sun set westward, and the moon crept up.
Through the window facing the street, Lin Xian looked up and saw, once again, the bright white jade disc that had been split in two by the sinister Black Hand.
It truly was ridiculous...
No matter how many times he saw such a moon, Lin Xian always found it laughable.
The emblem of the Genius Club appearing on the moon was something Lin Xian could never have imagined, not even if he had to write a novel about it.
But on the other hand, this act was indeed "genius" and did fit Lin Xian's long-held impression of the Genius Club—
Mysterious and full of Arrogance.
Placing their emblem on the moon so that every person on Earth would see it when they looked up at night, that hand extending its index finger, pointing straight upwards.
Impressive yet inscrutable.
Now, upon reflection, Lin Xian realized he knew very little about the affairs of the Genius Club, but one thing truly concerned him—
