That evening, at the Beijing home.

The warm yellow light in the living room spilled over, mingling with the rustling of snack bags and the sounds from a tablet.

The Little Qilin was engrossed in a video of a low-level spirit, holding a bag of chips, watching the part where thunder rolled over dark clouds.

The Thousand Machines Beast's mechanical eyes flickered rapidly, analyzing "Black Iron Beast: The Mystery of the Six-Star Formation."