After finishing all that.
Jiang Che was in high spirits and was just about to continue browsing the System Mall to see if there were any other handy items.
But the foldable phone on the bedside table suddenly shattered the morning silence.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
The urgent ringtone abruptly echoed through the quiet presidential suite.
"Mm..."
Startled by the sudden noise.
Li Menglu, who was hiding beneath the covers, jumped in fright.
She subconsciously raised her head, her red lips parting slightly as she stammered.
"Your Majesty..."
"Some... someone is calling you..."
Jiang Che remained utterly calm. He reached out with his large hand and gently patted Li Menglu's shoulder.
Signaling that she need not panic, nor was she allowed to stop; she only needed to continue with what she was doing.
After soothing the little glutton.
Jiang Che finally picked up the phone from the bedside.
The moment the call connected, a low, respectful report from a Shadow Guard came through the receiver.
"Young Master, the target has appeared at the Imperial Capital Airport."
"How should we proceed?"
At this, Jiang Che narrowed his deep peach-blossom eyes slightly.
"Do not alert her."
"Follow from a distance and observe for now."
His voice was calm and unhurried, devoid of any obvious emotional fluctuation.
Dugu Linglong was, after all, a top expert at the Mid-Celestial Realm. She was also skilled in Daoist arts, and her senses were far sharper than those of ordinary Ancient Martial Arts practitioners.
Although the Shadow Guard were all elites, getting too close would inevitably risk her noticing something amiss.
What Jiang Che wanted was a flawless chance encounter.
Before he truly revealed himself, he naturally could not allow Dugu Linglong to realize that from the moment she stepped into the Imperial Capital, she had already silently