Small Snow.
Late at night.
The lights were brightly shining.
The sound of clinking glasses came from the alleyways.
Gong Zi's laughter drifted from the house, echoing beyond the long alleys.
"Ladies and gentlemen, raise your glasses in celebration, celebrating... the completion of the reconstruction task of the mausoleum!"
It took seven days to completely overhaul and modify the original reversed sequence of the array patterns in the mausoleum, a truly unprecedented major project, yet the efficiency was frighteningly high.
In the old shop in the alley, there was a large round table.
Gong Zi, Mu Ya, Mu Nan, Little Iron Man, Li Qingsui, Uncle Gao, Luo Yu, Gu Nanfeng, Lu Nanjin... and the distant visitor Song Ci—over a dozen people sat around the table, chatting and laughing merrily, enjoying a harmonious atmosphere.
Gu Nanfeng's eyes were complex; he had dealt with the trivial affairs in Changye and finally had some downtime.
