Chapter 1270: a weighty resonance (2)
After apologizing, she moved to answer Yang Qing’s question.
"Yes, it’s more than enough," she said with a smile. "Though, if you don’t mind—it’ll only take a couple of minutes—could you excuse me for a bit? I need to hand this over to Madame Cai Shan. For an item of this level she needs to be made aware of it as the supervisor," she added in an apologetic tone.
"No, it’s no problem. I can wait," said Yang Qing with an easygoing smile. "I’ll wait here," he added, already having decided where to sit: one of the futons beside a round table near a window, positioned to the front left of him.
Sun Biya nodded appreciatively and left as soon as Yang Qing settled into his seat.
Yang Qing smiled leisurely, glancing around with curiosity. The fourth floor was deceptively larger than it appeared from the outside, especially in terms of length, which seemed to stretch close to 300 meters across.
It seemed like he was alone on the floor, but Yang Qing had an uncanny feeling that he wasn’t. He sensed faint fluctuations, likely from activated formations coming from a few of the tables. And if his guess was right, which he felt it likely was, then those tables or other pieces of furniture were likely fitted with isolation arrays.
It was a common feature in most establishments of this stature. All the restaurants he’d been to—especially their VIP areas—had similar arrays installed.
Yang Qing looked around for a bit, admiring the layout and aesthetics of the floor before his attention settled once more on the most captivating thing here: the live painting.
He peered into it, allowing himself to feel its depth. The words he had read earlier were no longer present—it had since transformed into the sun that now lit the painting, likely the chief suspect behind its present liveliness. But even without the words being visible, Yang Qing remembered them clearly—not because of his sharp memory as a Palace Realm expert, but because of the profound effect they’d had on him. He had resonated with them deeply.
Yang Qing chuckled lightly as he continued to gaze at the painting. The source of the laugh wasn’t the artwork, but Sun Biya’s earlier reaction. He hadn’t missed that beaming look she gave—the one that plainly exposed some of her inner thoughts and desires.