It was almost two in the afternoon when Mo Chenxuan and Qin Wu arrived in Villa Eight.
However, after a month of travelling and fighting, both were tired and didn't feel like doing much.
In the end, they showered, had a late lunch and spent the remainder of the day lazing in the villa.
Night passed and morning came.
After waking, cleaning up, and having breakfast, the two holed up in the study and began reading reports.
"Everything is almost ready." Qin Wu said, sighed, and lightly pinched the area between her brows.
She was tired.
However, everything was worth it.
"Chenxuan, should we prepare an alternative emblem? What if another faction also uses a taijitu?" She asked.
"Wu'er, I don't know why but I am little invested in this symbol. It's simple and unimaginative, but it encapsulates everything we stand for. We shouldn't comprise." Mo Chenxuan said with a serious expression.
