"Lord Contract Master, they found me first," Yun Han replied.
"You were supposed to be staying put with the Heavenly Might Corps. How would you have time to track my movements? If it weren't for Yu Mingche, you wouldn't have found me here so quickly." A wisp of an electric arc coiled around Ning Xuan's fingertip, tracing a faint blue scar of light inside the tent.
She suddenly clenched her fist. The air crackled faintly as a translucent barrier instantly enveloped the entire tent. A current flowed across its surface, forming a fine, web-like pattern that completely blocked all sound from passing in or out.
"Alright, put them through." Ning Xuan nodded at Yun Han, then took half a step back, melting into the shadows.
Yun Han's hands flew across the Light Computer, which gleamed with a metallic luster. His fingertips were a blur, leaving afterimages as they danced over the holographic keys.
