Yin Country, the top floor of Lingxiao Palace, the Emperor's fitness room.
It was evening, and the rain had quenched the sunset glow. Drops of rain fell from the sky, pelting the floor-to-ceiling windows and blurring the cityscape outside. However, amidst the gathering dark clouds, the faint halos of hovering platforms were distinctly visible.
Zhao Ling, with her hair tied in a ponytail and dressed in a tight, navel-revealing tank top and yoga pants, sat cross-legged on a yoga mat. Her arms were still steaming with heat, and droplets of sweat had pooled in her navel, forming a small puddle, while her yoga mat was slightly dampened by the sweat oozing from her thighs.
She frowned, picked up her mobile phone next to her, and opened an application. It was a satellite map, where a green dot near the Seychelles Waters flashed on and off.
"What are you doing there..." murmured Zhao Ling.
She was somewhat angry but also somewhat worried.