Cheng Shuang's gaze fell on Han Meimei. The old man appeared much younger than the five elderly people in terms of energy and spirit, but his skin condition was average. Han Meimei hadn't questioned this at all before. It was only upon seeing the five elderly people that she was shocked and realized the extent of his age!

"Please ask Sister Han how old Grandpa looks to her."

The little girl spoke very softly, and the topic was passed on to everyone.

Han Meimei opened her mouth silently, "At most fifty!"

The old man on the very edge of the street chuckled and made two sixes.

Han Meimei exclaimed in surprise in a low voice, "You've taken such good care of yourself!"

“Yes! It doesn’t look like someone in their sixties at all.” Li Lei’s voice was even softer, and extremely sincere.

Now Cheng Shuang understood the problem.

The group exchanged glances. Even Lianrong, the granddaughter, couldn't lie and say that her grandfather was well-preserved; the wrinkles around his eyes were so deep they could trap mosquitoes.

Lianrong pouted, "Stop trying to fool my grandpa!"

The old man rolled his eyes. His silly granddaughter was always laughing like a fool, and she was also very stubborn.

The way this young couple views older outsiders is definitely filtered through a lens.

It's not that they wanted to add it themselves; it's very likely that it was a setting uniformly provided to the natives by the game system.

Cheng Shuang thought for a moment, then asked the woman ahead who kept walking, "Vice Dean Bai, my grandfather and I are tired, can we slow down?"

The woman in white turned around and glanced down at her. "So young, why are you complaining about being tired! Besides, this old man looks very energetic; he can easily climb these few steps!"

The old man wasn't the type to act tough just because of a few words. He cooperated quite well, took a breath, waved one hand, and smiled wryly, "I'm old, I'm old, I'm seventy!"

"Seventy is nothing old. Some people can run faster than me," the woman in white said lightly. There was no hint of flattery in her words; she seemed to genuinely believe it, or rather, she didn't think that being old gave her the right to act superior.

Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes, and the atmosphere became awkward. Lian Rong gave a polite reply, "Yes! Many elderly people are in much better health than young people. Young people are generally very healthy..." She paused, clearly realizing that something was amiss.

Han Meimei and Li Lei exchanged a glance, their expressions much more serious than their teammates.

Who exactly is Bai Sha? Is this a dungeon? How does she know about the existence of elderly people? And why isn't she even slightly surprised to hear that he's seventy?

The truth and the falsehood flooded their minds, causing those present to unconsciously tighten their grips on their companions' hands.

Bai Sha seemed to realize that she had talked too much, so she kept her mouth shut and even quickened her pace.

The group chased each other and finally entered the octagonal redwood pavilion on the mountaintop before the rain started to pour.

Looking out from the pavilion, the back of the mountain winds into a long, narrow, snake-like shape, topped with a row of exquisite antique-style buildings. The cottages rise and fall with the ridge, their eaves adorned with pointed, upturned corners made of mahogany, each corner equipped with lighting fixtures. The overall architectural style is more modern.

The high-rise buildings that were originally densely packed on both sides of the ridge became sparser as they moved further away. Within their field of vision, they could see that the area on both sides of the ridge had become an open space. They couldn't see clearly what was there because it was blocked by buildings and it was too dark, but it was no longer a dense scene of overlapping buildings.

There was a man and a woman in the pavilion, both staff members in uniform.

The uniforms were modern suits and skirts, which felt somewhat out of place in this ancient and quaint pavilion nestled in the mountains.

"Welcome to Eternal City. Please register your personal information."

The two spoke in unison, their voices sweet, quiet, and gentle.

Han Meimei and Sun Han stepped forward as representatives and went to the table in front of the staff. They picked out the group registration form from two stacks of blank documents.

One person writes, and another person adds.

The information recorded is very ordinary.

Name, age, occupation, ID number, etc.

Han Meimei posted her home address on the sign of her house. As for other information, she couldn't write anything wrong. If her documents were checked, the lie would be exposed, so there was no need to go through the trouble.

Only Cheng Shuang wrote her age as ten years old and changed her name to the code name: He Cheng.

Since most children don't have the habit of carrying their ID cards, Sun Han took advantage of this loophole and planned to just brush them off.

If anything strange happens through the information, at least Cheng Shuang won't be implicated, and they'll still have a chance to fight back.

Sure enough, after submitting the form, the staff began collecting identification documents. Their attitude was much better than Bai Sha's, but their tone was extremely insistent: "We'll just take a look at your identification to prevent any errors in the information on the form. If you're not comfortable with that, you can check our work IDs first."

"Okay, please show us your work ID." Du Jun said calmly.

The two staff members remained expressionless and proactively handed their work permits to Du Jun.

Since we can't avoid this situation anyway, we might as well find out the other party's identity first.

The group of people openly examined their work IDs repeatedly.

The male staff member's name is Bai Xiuzhi, and the female staff member's name is He Fang'er.

Because they shared the same surname, Bai, everyone looked up at Bai Sha, who was sitting in a corner of the pavilion, holding a teacup and drinking tea.

The white-veiled woman didn't lift her eyelids. "There are countless people with the same name, why bother!"

The stamp on the work permit wasn't a fake stamp; it was the laser-printed kind, and it said "Reception Department, Eternal City Academy of Sciences".

The job title and other details are clearly stated.

Cheng Shuang deliberately examined the material of the work ID. The paper under the plastic film appeared to be ordinary white, but it had tiny, sparkling glitters. It would be difficult for someone unprepared to find the same material to make a fake and deceive the eye.

While everyone was taking out their ID cards, the little girl winked at Du Jun and Sun Han. Du Jun immediately pointed outside the pavilion and shouted, "What's that?"

In the still air, the shout was so sudden that everyone instinctively looked in the direction he was pointing.

Cheng Shuang quickly hid herself in front of Du Jun, with her back to everyone, and took photos of the two work IDs with her phone.

Because it was nighttime, flash photography was unavoidable for clear images. Sun Han was prepared and kept his eyes fixed on the little girl's movements. When the staff and Bai Sha were drawn to the flash photography, he naturally took out his phone and started taking pictures of the wood carvings on the roof of the pavilion.

Seeing Bai Sha looking at him, Sun Han withdrew his outstretched arm and said apologetically, "Is it because we can't take pictures?"

Bai Sha ignored him and continued drinking her hot tea, but her eyes were fixed on Du Jun. He Fang'er, on the other hand, smiled and said, "It's alright. Architecture isn't a private thing. Many people from out of town like to take pictures."

Du Jun took the two work permits and returned them. He glanced at Bai Sha, who was scrutinizing him, and said casually, "Colored lightning. I think I saw colored lightning."