With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

What Jiang Zhiyu didn't know was that someone was desperately looking for her.

Old Qian's laboratory was completed and accepted a few days ago.

From blueprints to the building, it took more than half a year of work. This morning, the last batch of equipment was moved into the second basement level, and Old Man Qian headed straight to Kyoto. He went to the Second Administration Bureau immediately.

"Old Zhuge, I'm done."

As soon as Old Qian entered, he tossed his military overcoat onto the back of his chair. "Where is that girl? A lot of stuff is in her hands; she needs to get there quickly. Batches of scientists have already taken the train there, but the equipment hasn't arrived yet. Is that acceptable?"

Zhuge Yunhe was writing at his desk when he heard this and his pen paused.

"She just sent a scientist back two days ago."

"They brought it back and then left."

"You just sent it back and left?"

Old Qian plopped down in the armchair opposite him, his brows furrowed in worry. Zhuge Yunhe put down his brush and slowly wiped his hands.

"That girl's whereabouts are always unpredictable; she's probably not even in the country now."

"Even if you're not in the country, you have to find me, old Zhuge!" Old Qian slapped the armrest. "My whole house is waiting for rice to cook."

Zhuge Yunhe looked up at him, a helpless smile in his eyes. He waved for him to sit down, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed the old Song family residence in Beijing.

After hanging up with the Song family, Zhuge Yunhe dialed Shanghai, and finally the military region.

Song Yanzhou was at the training ground when he received the call and ran back to his office, still catching his breath.

"Senior Zhuge?"

"Yanzhou, has that girl been with you these past few days?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"He was there the night before last, and left yesterday."

Where did you go?

"She didn't say," Song Yanzhou paused, his voice lowering slightly, "She said she'd come back in three days."

Three days?

Zhuge Yunhe put the microphone back and turned to look at Old Man Qian.

He slapped his thigh.

"How come they all just left?" In his haste, he didn't notice the time discrepancy at all.

Zhuge Yunhe reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"You go back first. That girl will show up in three to five days. She told Yanzhou she'd be back every three days; she can't escape."

"Then you'll have to keep an eye on things for me."

"Keep an eye on them. Go and meet all these scientists in this room first. We'll talk about the equipment later."

Old Man Qian picked up his coat and walked out the door, heading straight to the train station to pick up the next group of people.

The room was quiet for a moment. Then the curtain to the inner room was lifted, and Xu Yunzi came out carrying a teacup.

After these days of recuperation, the old man had completely transformed. His hair was now completely white, but his cheeks had a faint rosy glow. Standing by the window, a breeze blew, and his white robe carried an air of otherworldly purity. Zhuge Yunhe glanced at him, shook his head, and smiled.

"Senior brother, the more you raise him, the more he resembles an immortal from a folktale."

Xu Yunzi sat down in the chair and slowly sipped his tea.

"I wonder where that girl went."

"I can't touch it either."

The following afternoon, an urgent confidential document was delivered to his desk.

There was no heading on the envelope; inside was only a thin sheet of paper with a few lines of handwriting:

The theft of the British National Museum last night, in which all of its collections were missing, has caused a global uproar and public outcry.

Zhuge Yunhe stared at the paper for a long time, then raised his hand and pushed it in front of Xu Yunzi.

Xu Yunzi glanced at it, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and picked up his teacup again.

"That girl," Zhuge Yunhe sighed, "I wouldn't be surprised if she poked a hole in the sky one day."

"She's a woman of discretion," Xu Yunzi said leisurely. "She probably felt uncomfortable seeing our stuff so openly displayed in someone else's exhibition hall."

Zhuge Yunhe thought about the girl's usual temperament and nodded.

"It felt good, but I still have to give Lao Qian an explanation when I get back."

Zhuge Yunhe was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

Old Qian's footsteps could be heard outside; he started shouting even before entering the room.

"Old Zhuge, have you heard about that museum on the British Empire?"

"I've heard about it."

"This is too weird! Not a single item is left, the warehouse is completely emptied, their place is in complete chaos." Old Man Qian burst in, "Do you think this has anything to do with our girl?"

Zhuge Yunhe and Xu Yunzi exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything.

Old Man Qian looked at this and then at that, his mouth slowly opening.

"I knew it."

"Don't make a fuss yet," Zhuge Yunhe said in a low voice. "We'll talk about it when she gets back."

When is she coming back?

"She told Yanzhou, three days."

Old Qian counted on his fingers, then plopped back down in his armchair.

"Then I'll wait two more days."

……

At the same time in Europe, dusk had just fallen.

Jiang Zhiyu sat by the hotel window, with all her belongings—which she had just brought back from the British Museum—at her feet, feeling quite content.

Seventeen peeked out from her sleeve.

"Host, it will probably take a few more days for the water here to become muddy again."

"I know." Jiang Zhiyu pulled the curtains aside. "Before I'm done being silly, I have other things to do."

Seventeen blinked her blue crystal eyes.

"go back?"

"Let's go back." Jiang Zhiyu stood up, patting the hem of her clothes. "I promised to come back in three days; I can't break my promise."

Seventeen's wings unfolded silently.

"Then let's go."

Jiang Zhiyu then closed the window tightly again.

She had barely finished speaking when the room was empty.