There were a few benches here for tourists to rest, but they were empty at the moment.
Yang Qi sat down on the innermost bench, leaned against a large tree, and closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of peace.
A faint BUZZ suddenly reached his ears.
Yang Qi opened his eyes and saw a few yellow dragonflies dancing gracefully over a patch of grass not far away. They would hover for a moment, then abruptly change direction to catch tiny flying insects invisible to the naked eye.
Sunlight passed through the dragonflies' transparent wings, refracting a faint golden halo.
Watching these nimble insects, an idea suddenly sparked in Yang Qi's mind.
He glanced around.
This tree-lined path was in a remote spot. There were no security cameras, and the nearest tourists were over a hundred meters away with their backs to him.
Confirming that no one was watching, Yang Qi took something out of his Hundred Pouches Belt.
