Ni Qianjun, his interest piqued, sat with another on the ship's rail, engaging in deep conversation throughout the night.
Deep into the night, within the pitch-black cabin, Lihua Xue was shrouded in the darkness, her eyes fiercely fixed on Ni Qianjun. His hearty laughter and the glittering look he gave Yue Jinghua scorched into Lihua Xue's heart like jealous wild grass growing untamed.
She slipped quietly from the cabin, releasing a short arrow as a signal. Watching as the arrow pierced through the clouds and vanished beneath the ship, only a solemn shade of dark lingered beneath Lihua Xue's eyelashes.
With Ni Qianjun's endorsement, Yue Jinghua's weapons modification endeavor was going smoothly.
