The mobile reading experience is called an unsung hero because the thing Qin Feng accomplished couldn't be made public, and only a few people could even guess it was him. Fang Fang happily clenched her fists and said, "Xiao Feng did an excellent job. In my opinion, we should have wiped out the Sun Country entirely—just blowing up one divine restroom isn't enough to make a splash!" Mei Hui gave her a sharp tap and remarked, "You're really learning bad habits from Xiao Feng. You always go around declaring people should be wiped out—what a country that is!" Fang Fang rubbed her head and said, "They deserved to die anyway!" Lin Caiwei smiled and said, "Sisters, I think we should celebrate. How about a nice dinner tonight?" "Agreed," Mei Hui replied without hesitation. "I agree too." "Luo Man raised his hand and said, 'Though we didn't blow up the Sacred Toilets ourselves, who can say we aren't all women of Xiao Feng? His contribution deserves half of ours!' Thus, the celebration banquet was set. The Sun Kingdom felt deeply embarrassed by the explosion of the Sacred Toilets, as several successive government leaders had previously visited the site with strong determination, defying opposition from neighboring countries and making each visit highly publicized. Now, with the Sacred Toilets reduced to rubble, how would they possibly kneel before the ruins on their next visit? The entire Sun Kingdom is now thoroughly investigating who was responsible. While many accusations point toward Qin Feng, they lack concrete evidence and thus remain silent. In the small pavilion, Qin, the young lord, stretched lazily and sat up. The intense battle of last night had caused noticeable settling in the sturdy redwood bed, eventually producing a series of creaking sounds that lasted for a long time." The girls still had foresight—they'd replaced all the beds in the house with iron ones. Isabella also opened her eyes, weakly saying, "What time is it? I should have stayed in bed a little longer—I still feel drained." He smiled and replied, "It's already two in the afternoon! Even if you slept late yesterday, that's over twelve hours now—aren't you still not rested?" "Not drained," the beautiful instructor countered. "I'm not lacking sleep—I haven't truly rested at all." He chuckled, "Then let's not do it again. We can draw on the energy stored at a 'refueling station'—afterward, you'll be refreshed and revitalized!" "No," Isabella jumped straight off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and rushed out of the tent. Qin Shao shrugged, sighing with mild frustration, "Really? Is he that intimidating?" After a simple change of appearance, they took off from the small dais and headed toward the nearest city. In the city, nearly every face of a Sun Kingdom citizen bore a mix of sorrow and anger, while the children's faces still carried their usual smiles. The beautiful instructor tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "They're all furious—definitely because of the god-toilet you blew up!" He replied indifferently, "It was just a god-toilet. When they invaded Huaxia years ago, they destroyed countless historical landmarks. Compared to that, today's damage is nothing—just a drop in the bucket. As the old saying goes, 'When you come to stay, you must pay your dues.' From today on, they have to start repaying!" The instructor shrugged, and the two walked into the hotel together. Next to the television, a man with a square face was holding numerous photos, shouting that he was certain they could rebuild the shrine exactly as it was, within just four months. "Ladies and gentlemen, please donate to the restoration of the shrine," a staff member reminded them. "Donate? Pfft!" Qin, the young gentleman, scoffed. "As a Sun citizen...?" "Pfft! The Sun nation!" He was truly furious, slapping the staff member right in the face. "I'm a Huaxia person! My girlfriend is European! We've got absolutely no connection with you—what's the point of donating?" "I'm so sorry, sir!" After being slapped, not only did he not retaliate, but he actively apologized—what a Sun citizen! Qin felt much better, and with his beautiful officer companion, walked proudly into the elevator. The programs broadcast on television are almost entirely centered on the incident involving the explosion of the shrine. Even in Kyoto, a reconstruction committee has been established, composed of distinguished figures, who will hold their first meeting in the evening to discuss various reconstruction matters. Isabelle sincerely remarked, "Though the Sun Nationals are often frustrating, their efficiency is indeed admirable." "I only feel resentment," he muttered, "not a single word of admiration. Everything has been destroyed, yet they haven't learned a single lesson—still so proud, so eager to rebuild. Let them dream of it!" The beautiful instructor pointed to the live news coverage on television and said, "You won't actually go and chair their reconstruction committee, will you? That would surely spark another wave of public uproar." "Exactly," Qin said, gripping his fists, "I intend to make the Sun Nationals realize that their arrogance will come at a cost." In the evening, in a high-end hotel's business conference room, nearly every camera from major media outlets was set up around the room, and dozens of journalists were present. When the time came, committee members arrived one after another, their expressions almost identical—firm, resolute, angry, yet with an unmistakable confidence. A few minutes later, once all members had gathered, the organizers began to deliver speeches, reiterating their condemnation of the perpetrators and outlining their determination. Then, members voiced their opinions, proposing several viable solutions, and one even volunteered to personally fund the reconstruction of the sacred restroom, stepping confidently into the spotlight. A little while later, disagreements emerged, and discussions intensified. The atmosphere grew increasingly heated, when suddenly, the journalists and camera crews remained motionless—like the scene had been frozen in time. After all, they had been actively engaged during the discussions; how could they now be silent? "Everyone, what on earth is going on?" he said, visibly nervous. Among the dozen or so members, aside from a few still engaged in heated discussion, everyone else had gone completely still upon seeing the scene. Then, they realized they had lost control of their own bodies. Plink, plink, plink... All the cameras automatically shut off, and the side windows were opened from the outside. Qin Feng stepped in calmly, surveying the room as he murmured, "Good timing—indeed, quite swift. They've already completed several concrete discussions. Thank goodness I arrived when I did; otherwise, you'd have surely finished by now!"