"You keep an eye on things," Wang Yun said in a low voice, then he went to the bedroom.
Lin Yi was slumped in her chair, head tilted to the side as if she had fallen asleep.
Panic seized him. He rushed over and checked for her breath.
He let out a sigh of relief.
She was still breathing; it seemed she had just fainted.
He carried his wife back to the bed and carefully tucked her in.
Wang Yun suddenly froze. He looked up, his eyes flashing with disbelief and elation. "This is..."
...
"Holy shit, Big Bro, there's a settlement for the trial! Holy shit, and rewards for our rankings!" Qin Ziwu leaped to his feet, his face a mask of astonishment. "Big Bro, you have to be number one, right?"
Qin Ziwen frowned slightly from his seat on the sofa.
A familiar yet strange message had appeared on the small orb of light that represented his Home, floating before him.
It was familiar because he saw it every morning when he woke up.
