The night of the Serenitea Pot was like a heavy blanket wrapped around hope and exhaustion. In the distance, the torches of the patrolling Millelith flickered in the thick darkness like falling stars, barely illuminating the gravel path beneath. In the experimental plots, the tall stalks of the "Chisui Double-Resistant No. 3" rustled in the breeze. The monotonous, stubborn sound of leaves rubbing together was the only surviving whisper of life in this dead world. Limeng sat alone on the ridge of the field, his back turned to the silent, emerald-green forest. Spread out before him were the components of the "Curved-Shaft Plow 2.0," featuring a streamline plowshare with heavily worn edges. The harsh, rhythmic scraping of sandpaper against rust sent lonely sparks splashing into the night with every collision of file and metal.
A very light footstep came from behind, carrying the scent of post-rain grass and an imperceptible aura of Electro. A purple skirt brushed against several huge, charred beetle carcasses on the ground, stopping silently in the shadow beside him.
Keqing bent down, her slender fingers picking up the modified plowshare that Limeng had polished to a slight sheen. Under the moonlight, the smooth, curved blade reflected a cold light. "Streamline soil cutting, force distribution to reduce drag..." Her fingertips caressed the smooth curved surface, her purple eyes as sharp as lightning, as if trying to pierce through every trace of thought behind the metal. "This…
Chapter 28