A quarter of an hour later, Song Ciwan departed from the family's courtyard, the children's laughter accompanying her as she continued her journey beneath a sky full of stars.
Pinglan City, shrouded in night, possessed a strange, contradictory feeling—it was both quiet and clamorous.
It was quiet because the night had grown late, and the people celebrating the new year with fireworks had all returned home, exhausted. The clamor, however, came from arguments like the one at the previous house, which were frequently breaking out all across the city.
In Song Ciwan's vision, she could see the city's intangible energies boiling, rising into the sky in wave after wave.
Song Ciwan stuck to her previous method, capturing the energies as she walked.
If she came across a family arguing too viciously, she would release her Black Insects to intervene, provided it was convenient.
