The night was deep. Inside the core command post of the Serenitea Pot, the lights blazed, yet the atmosphere was even heavier than in the communication tower. Jean, Ganyu, Yelan, Nahida, and several representatives of the Qixing committee gathered around the central tactical sandbox. The report on the communication tower experiment's failure still weighed heavily on everyone's minds. The mystery of the Astral Express totem had yet to be unraveled, and already a new storm had arrived.
Bang!
The command post's heavy alloy doors were violently thrust open, and Yelan swept in as if wrapped in the chill of the outside air. Her expression was colder than ever, carrying even a hint of suppressed murderous intent, entirely devoid of her usual languid ease. Without even saluting, her gaze swept like lightning over those present, finally locking onto Jean and Ganyu.
Chapter 128