Mao Feiyang was one of them.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang was staring at the dome above the relief, and on top of that dome, there was a piece of glass he hadn't noticed before. That glass was covered with patterns full of religious aura, shimmering faintly in the dark of night...
Strands of light spilled down from the dome, like the eerie moonlight over Swan Lake.
And Mao Feiyang was like a black swan, letting those snowflake-like lights fall upon him.
Those snowflakes, resembling scattered ashes.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang was constantly absorbing the ashes.
As Lin Yi's will entered the Art Classroom, Mao Feiyang seemed to sense it in real-time, his body trembled slightly, then quickly straightened up and looked towards Lin Yi's location.
"Old Lin?" Mao Feiyang murmured softly.
Lin Yi was startled but immediately responded, "It's me... Maozi, we have arrived."
Mao Feiyang didn't seem surprised but showed a relieved smile: "Finally, you're here, let's start the action."
