Bai Jiahui picks things up fast. The basics, like making a call, she learned in no time. She can't type, but that's not a big deal—handwriting works fine.
Though the characters she learned are a bit different from what's used now, she's absorbed some knowledge from those sacrifices, so reading's not a problem for her.
Wen Yan turned and left, giving Feng Yao a call to share some intelligence.
After Wen Yan finished, Feng Yao brought up other issues.
"The past couple of days, the Scorching Sun Department has carried out several major operations.
In the Northeast Lao Linzi, there was a Demon King's Lair that unfortunately got blown up during a mine-clearing exercise by the military over there.
People from our Scorching Sun Department went in to clean up the aftermath, but sadly, we didn't find any surviving demons.
But there were some things left behind in that Demon King's Lair that no one got around to clearing out.
