Kuangyun Group.
The 350-story skyscraper rose like a silver dagger, stabbing straight into the heavens.
From the top of the building, the scenery of all Moyun City lay spread out in full view.
Bai Songdie lounged lazily on the sofa, holding a glass of pink crystal fruit wine. She gently swirled the drink, her calm gaze fixed on the vast scenery beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She was a woman who knew how to enjoy herself.
She had been this way even before entering the Main God Space. After luckily surviving a special mission, she had been fortunate enough to gain a special ability.
A special ability that allowed her to enter another person's consciousness space through psychic power and plant a mark of enslavement.
Consciousness space was not spiritual space. It was something unique that everyone possessed, unrelated to the strength of one's spiritual power. It depended only on willpower.
Many experts possessed powerful factions, formidable strength, and equally abundant spiritual power, yet the strength of their consciousness spaces might only be slightly greater than that of ordinary people.
Using her uniquely endowed talent, she carefully laid her plans and finally accumulated her first pot of capital.
Thus began her rise to power.
"Captain, the plane tickets for this afternoon have been booked." A weathered middle-aged man with short red hair slowly walked in and spoke in a low voice.
His gaze could not help but steal glances at Bai Songdie's perfect figure.
Her full body wrapped in a black cheongsam, her high, ample breasts, and her slender, supple waist were all so enticing.
From his angle, he could see the slit in the hem of her cheongsam reaching the roots of her thighs, its mysterious depths faintly visible. Her snow-white legs were as flawless as white jade, long and