The feast had long since concluded, leaving the Palace in a state of tranquil, silver-lit grace.
However, for the younger inhabitants of the inner sanctum, the night was only beginning.
Feng Yanmei, fueled by a sugar high from celestial nectar and an obsessive curiosity, had practically dragged Ning Xueli by the arm toward the secluded testing ranges of the palace.
The little ancestor was relentless, her golden eyes wide with a manic shimmer as she begged to see the structural blueprints of the "Little Boy" or, at the very least, a live demonstration of a high-yield spiritual detonation to light up the midnight sky.
Qinq'er, ever the silent shadow, followed several paces behind them, after all her presence was a necessity, especially when Yanmei and explosives were mentioned in the same sentence, as the structural integrity of the Shen Domain was usually at stake.
