Thoughts surged like the sea, and a cultivator's Divine Sense was immensely powerful... In that brief exchange, Manager Jing's mind had already flashed through countless possibilities.
It had been a long time since he had felt like this—proceeding cautiously at every step, knowing that one wrong move would mean utter ruin.
"Saint Emperor?" Manager Jing tentatively called out.
"What's wrong?" The terrifying Dao auras and Dao patterns around Xiao Luo SIR rapidly dispersed.
Watching Xiao Luo return to a level he felt he could control, Manager Jing found it difficult to describe his own state of mind over the past few minutes.
...This is truly exhausting.
"Right Shadow." Manager Jing's expression returned to normal as he called out in a low voice.
Right Shadow pushed open the door and entered... His slightly puzzled gaze seemed to ask: You're done already? Knowing Master Steward, he would usually make things difficult... and toy with them a little.
"Go and bring Ye Yan... over here." Manager Jing pretended to ponder.
"Understood." Though Right Shadow was deeply puzzled, he showed no hesitation and turned to leave.
"Master Steward's kindness has moved Xiao Luo to tears of gratitude."
Then Right Shadow heard Xiao Luo SIR's heartfelt thanks... but failed to see his master's awkward expression as he nearly spat out a mouthful of tea.
The private room fell silent again—the main reason being that Master Steward did not know what he should say first.
Ye Yan was soon brought over by Right Shadow, though his hands were still shackled with suppressors. When he entered the private room and saw Manager Jing and Xiao Luo SIR, he could not help but pause.
Manager Jing's brow twitched when he saw the shackles on Old Ye's hands.
Right Shadow was quite observant of his master's expression. Without a