The night passed by quite peacefully. To avoid Xie Qianqian's revenge, Hao Jian stayed in bed without answering the door and eventually fell asleep. Xie Qianqian had been banging on the door, but when there was no response from inside and Hao Jian didn't talk to her, she got bored, her anger dissipated somewhat, and she simply lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
So, the night quietly slipped away in tranquility.
...
Hua City.
The Prophet held a cup of tea and gazed at the moon on the horizon. While Hao Jian's America was experiencing a storm, Hua City was calm, with no wind, rain, or lightning.
The Prophet held his tea and looked outside. Despite the peaceful scene, his face was serious, contemplating something unknown.
Then, he placed the teacup on the table and walked out, hands behind his back, gazing at the moon and sighing helplessly. He used the Art of Deduction to perform a calculation for Hao Jian once again.
