The principal furrowed his brows: "Are they all exhausted from crying? Sigh... What should I do about the children in my kindergarten? A few of them have already cried to the point of oxygen deficiency, what if... sigh!"
Though immensely worried, the principal had no solution for the moment.
He couldn't possibly drag the exhausted cultivators back to work, could he? That would be too lamp-post like.
The principal was at his wit's end, feeling unsettled and restless.
"By the way, Lu Ya, does the city's investigation corps have any leads on the nightmare's origin?"
Lu Ya shook her head: "Not yet. The children can't describe the nightmare at all, so there's no way to start the investigation. The corps doesn't even know what the nightmare is about..."
The principal raised his eyebrow: "Well, we have a talented child painting images of the nightmare. You can take a photo back to use as a clue for the investigation corps."
