Sandy's expression changed in an instant, and she suddenly rolled to the side.
This is energy that can pierce through space—it could melt her!
"I have to retreat," Sandy said. "This is the core dynamic energy of the Dimensional Shuttle—it'll kill me!"
"Come back, quick!" Lily Bai shouted.
Sandy retreated into the elevator and operated it to ascend.
Then, she left the museum.
No one tried to stop her.
She smoothly returned home.
"Sandy! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Lily Bai asked her.
Sandy held out her hand.
Her right hand, from index to pinky, was missing two-thirds of its length—cleanly gone.
"That's so serious!" Lily Bai's eyes sharpened. "That Red Light is really that powerful!"
Sandy: "That's energy that can pierce through space barriers. There’s almost nothing in this world that can withstand it."
"Can it be repaired?"
"Yes," Sandy said. "I can self-repair."
Lily Bai let out a sigh of relief and said, "I have a feeling. Behind that door is the person we’re looking for, and the answers we want!"
Sandy nodded. "The Prophet’s spiritual signature vanished near Dragon Mountain, so he must be hiding there. That kind of energy not only blocks my scans, it also blocks Holy Spirit perception."
Lily Bai bit her lip, feeling waves of anxiety in her heart.
...
"Xixi, what does tonight’s discovery mean? I honestly don’t dare think too deeply about it."
"The National Museum is run by Third Prince Xiao and his wife—they definitely know there’s a hidden world underneath."
"The question is... does the President know?"
"The Dimensional Shuttle... something this important, could the President really not know? If he does know... what does that mean? Is he the ultimate mastermind behind all this?"
"All these years he’s been in power, especially lately, some of his decisions have been so brilliant it’s almost scary."
"Financial crisis, Red Sea crisis—he always seems to know what’s coming, helping China dodge disaster and even benefit from it. Could he be the Prophet—ah! Why did you stab me again?"
Lily Bai was talking to Evan Lan, but he stabbed her again.
And this time, it really hurt.
"So you think I’m wrong? It’s not the President?"
Another prick, this one gentle, brushed past.
It felt like he was trying to say something...
Lily Bai thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I’ll hold your leaf while I talk. If your answer is ‘yes,’ prick my left hand; if it’s ‘no,’ prick my right hand. Deal?"
Lily Bai held a leaf in each hand and said, "Is the Prophet the President?"
Her right hand got a fierce stab—[No].
"Go easy!" Lily Bai complained. "If it’s not him, could it be the Third Prince couple?"
This time, neither hand got pricked.
Lily Bai: "You’re not sure either?"
[Yes]
"Hmm... could the thing that hurt Lisa be the so-called Ultimate Weapon?"
No prick.
"Looks like there’s only one thing you can confirm: the President isn’t the Prophet."
[Yes]
This back-and-forth suddenly amused Lily Bai, so she asked, "Do you want to turn back into a human?"
[I do]
"Do you want to stay indoors tonight or go outside to absorb moonlight? Right hand for indoors, left for outside."
[Indoors]
"Is our baby cute?"
[Cute]
"Alright... My hands are killing me, and I’m so sleepy! I’ll sleep first and sort things out tomorrow..."
Her right hand got pricked—[Okay].
"Stop pricking me! I’m going to sleep and I didn’t ask your permission!"
Her right hand got pricked again—[Fine...].
"If you prick me again, I swear I’ll throw you outside!"
Her lips got pricked.
Lily Bai: "..."
...