Du Yu had read the profiles of Team Two's members, and knew that this young man with a part in his hair was the team's only remaining colleague—Zhang Tianxiao.
The young man looked about 25 or 26, and true to his name, was a cheerful optimist who always had a smile on his face.
Yet at this moment, his expression was extremely serious—he hadn't smiled even once all day.
Yang Qingqing nodded in greeting, gazing into the distance at the Ancient Bell: "It's much smaller than I imagined."
Zhang Tianxiao replied respectfully, "Elder Yang, before the Bronze Bell suddenly acted up, it was grand in scale—like a small mountain.
After it shrank, it became as you see now. By my estimate, it's roughly 30 meters tall."
Yang Qingqing nodded, quietly observing the Ancient Bell.
Normally, Fu Jianzhou would step forward to negotiate with the military.
But this time, Fu Jianzhou had no intention of speaking at all, and after a moment's hesitation, Lin Shiwei simply took on the job herself.
