"Isn't this a bit too casual?" Yun Yao said.

"In the past, for Cleaner code names above the Prism Tier, those old guys would argue for days, almost like a dialectical debate, presenting various evidence from many angles to prove these individuals had the ability to refract the world's light."

"Since you reported the Dark Gold Rose incident less than a day ago, they've settled it so casually!?"

"That's a Cleaner of the Light Prism Tier, and since the Association was established, there have only been four. Every word from those four could shake the entire world."

"Uncle Hei, do you think this is reasonable?"

The elderly man with a resolute face pondered for a moment: "Could it be that the Association made a mistake, or is there something hidden that we don't know about?"

Bai Zhou snorted, leaning against the wall with his hands over his head, his legs propped disrespectively on the coffee table:

"No matter what secrets there might be, it's still not reasonable. The Section Chief has been diligent for so many years, and everyone in the Association knows his name. Those old geezers are stingy with even giving a name."

"Exactly, those on the battlefield tremble at the mention of the Section Chief's name. Why do they have such a double standard for a new face?"

"There must be something going on!" Yun Yao waved her fist, feeling indignant for her boss.

"What's the deal with this Dark Gold Rose? Never heard of it before. If it's about taking down a small fry, I could do it too!"

"Hey, Yun Yao, that's enough!" Bai Zhou, who was being teased, was visibly annoyed.

Seeing the brewing tension between the two, Chichu Hong stood up.

The bickering duo stared in horror at the Section Chief's face, filled with dark lines of displeasure.

Moments later, Bai Zhou and Yun Yao knelt obediently before the coffee table, sporting bumps on their heads, like children being punished for doing something wrong.

"It's just that I feel it's really unfair," Yun Yao muttered.

"The Section Chief has handled so many things, and those old geezers pretend not to see it," Bai Zhou added, glancing away.

Special Sixth Class was once on the brink of disbanding, nearly all the seniors died in Octopus Tower City, during the Eight-Spider Nest Mother revival event. To buy time for the Association and preserve as much viable strength as possible, the predecessors of Special Sixth Class used their lives to keep the stolen flame alive.

The elderly man looked at Chichu Hong, a trace of comfort passed through his weathered eyes.

At that time, the Association's unanimous decision to disband Special Sixth Class was undeniably heavy and disheartening news for the entire world. It meant many civilization's fire thieves would depart forever. A short-haired girl, only eighteen, stood out, withstood the pressure, and led a group of flawed kids onto the battlefield resolutely, becoming famous and known as the Red Rose before the dawn on the battlefield.

Chichu Hong's expression softened slightly.

To her, the people in her team were also like family. She watched these flawed children grow and shed the painful imprints of their childhoods.

"Enough of this talk, honor is not given by others; it's something warm and weighty in one's heart," Chichu Hong said. "For some things, having a clear conscience is enough."

"Although I don't know what attitude the Association above holds, being scared off by a few words from that guy is not the style of Special Sixth Class."

"We still have to continue with the Abyssal White Flower's actions; at the very least, we must proceed before more lives are lost to her losing control."

"Civilization's fire thieves, are they?"

Listening to all this, Xu Xiaoyou murmured softly, thinking of those in the Dawn Society, rushing toward the flame, just to continue He Die's stolen fire.

She didn't believe she could persuade the Special Sixth Class team members with words. The fact of Anya's loss of control meant that their different stances destined them to be enemies, possibly confronting each other directly one day.

If possible, she didn't want to be enemies with these people; the world needs some idealists.

Without disturbing those inside, Xu Xiaoyou walked away along the corridor, her slightly lonely figure disappearing into the mercury-like moonlight.

Late at night, the rain stopped, and it was silent in the courtyard guest room. Outside the corridor, there was no moonlight. It was pitch black, and the swaying tree branches looked like ghostly hands reaching in, sometimes blown by the wind to tap against the glass.

—Night has fallen, with the Siren King's audio, ominous weather, mysterious ghostly figures in the valley, bizarre Mermaid Town, and what tests will the Paranormal Explorer team face next?

"Good work, everyone. You can rest today,"

The director finished shooting the last scene of today's script, signaling the end of the recording, and spoke to the people in the main guest room, as the production crew clapped along.

"Today's shoot went very well, and if we can keep this up, this episode will definitely be a hit,"

"Time to bathe, I'm all wet and it's so uncomfortable,"

Amy's sleeves drooped like a little zombie, shaking her hand as she spoke.

"If you want to bathe, the courtyard has a hot spring and a sauna room. Want to try it?" Jin Zhenghan suggested.

Amy gave him a side-eye: "Do you really want two girls and several big guys to squeeze into one hot spring? Everyone knows what you're thinking. Xin, we don't need to bother with him, let's go soak in the bath."

Then, Amy took Tang Xin's hand and skipped away.

Jin Zhenghan looked over at John, who shivered instantly: "I have no interest in soaking in a hot spring with someone of the same sex, go on your own."

"None of you understand how to enjoy life," Jin Zhenghan said, spreading his hands in resignation.

Returning indoors, as she saw Tang Xin putting hot water into the wooden barrel, Amy suddenly emptied the water and said mysteriously:

"Who said we wouldn't enjoy life, Xin? Use this to bathe."

As she spoke, Amy extended her hand to the side, and Tang Xin's eyes widened slightly, as nobody knew how Amy pulled out a few boxes of hot spring water, much larger than her handbag, from within the bag.

"What's this?"

Tang Xin picked up a bottle. The glass bottle was exquisitely carved without being ostentatious, with short letters on the label; 'Lanroel' hot spring water, a luxury brand of hot spring water specifically for celebrities, often a bottle sells for over a dozen inspiration.

She'd heard of artists using this hot spring water for bathing even while traveling or shooting shows, claiming it enhanced beauty, skin, and improved sleep quality.

"Isn't this a bit excessive?" Tang Xin said, a bottle costing over a dozen inspiration was more than her usual several weeks of food expenses.

Amy spread her hands and poured a bottle of hot spring water into the wooden barrel: "I've already prepared, Xin, you're not going to refuse me, right? This hot spring water can't be drunk, so besides bathing and washing your face, it's got no other use."

"A bottle is really precious, Xin, you wouldn't refuse me, would you?" Amy blinked, saying.

For some reason, Tang Xin felt Amy was deliberately withholding some information with her words.

It was the same in the hotel lobby at first, when the Siren Miracle was mentioned, the girl clearly reacted.

Rather, the fact that she appeared on the island participating in this variety show itself raised many questions.

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