The interior corridors of the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters were carpeted with soft, sound-absorbing rugs, while the walls on both sides were inlaid with strips of Soul Guiding Lamps that emitted a gentle white glow, lending the place an air of quiet solemnity.
Lu Jun moved swiftly and silently. Within a few breaths, he had arrived outside the heavy solid-wood door of Deputy Tower Master Leng Yaozhu's office, its surface carved with intricate patterns.
He did not knock. His powerful Spiritual Power had already seeped into the room like spilled mercury, allowing him to sense everything within with perfect clarity.
He raised a hand and gently pressed his palm against the door. With a slight release of Soul Power, the door silently slid inward.
A peculiar scent immediately filled his nose—a mixture of faint bloodiness and the refined incense Leng Yaozhu commonly used. Lu Jun's gaze turned even colder.
The room was brightly yet softly lit.
At a glance, he saw Leng Yaozhu reclining in a large, luxurious office chair.
Even wounded as she was, the nobility and elegance ingrained in her bones had not faded. Instead, her pale complexion and the restrained pain between her brows lent her an added fragility and delicate beauty, like a precious piece of carefully fired porcelain bearing a faint crack.
She was not alone in the office.
Leng Yulai stood anxiously at her side, her face filled with worry and indignation.
What surprised Lu Jun even more was that Ha Luosa was personally present as well. He stood silently nearby, his tall figure carrying a grave aura, like a statue guarding the shadows.
When she saw Lu Jun enter, a flicker of light passed through Leng Yaozhu's dim eyes as she forced herself to rise.
"Why did you come in person?"
Her voice carried