In the first part of the night, Nanzhi stood watch while Weihao absorbed the energy from the Tier 3 spars. The three others were not idle either—they sat in meditative positions and began absorbing Tier 2 spars as well.
Uncle Wang and the others were already fast asleep.
Hei Qian remained silent. It was evident he was frustrated at his lack of power.
Nanzhi saw her past self in him—that same feeling of powerlessness, slowly gnawing at her from the inside, breeding insecurity. She could relate.
"Hei Qian, is this the drone you made?" Nanzhi took the broken drone from her inventory.
Hei Qian blinked and bobbed his head.
"You made this on your own? It's amazing. I don't even know how to solve a Rubik's Cube. I've always been curious about how a drone is made. Can you show me?" For once, the taciturn Nanzhi found herself unusually talkative.
