Leiya stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window. She had just bathed, and droplets clung to her burgundy hair. Her black silk nightgown left her voluptuous curves in full view.
She held a stemmed glass in her hand, amber liquor swirling inside as she gazed through the window into the distance.
A convoy was landing at the command center, and she saw a group of people emerge.
"They're here!"
A seductive gleam flickered in her eyes as she spotted Silad and Mu Lei. A smile curled her lips.
"They've finally taken the bait. Master, your open scheme truly is irresistible. They'll walk right into it themselves!"
Leiya murmured to herself, a trace of awe and intoxicated fascination stirring in her eyes.
"Leiya!"
Just then, a calm voice sounded in her mind.
Leiya stiffened slightly. The next instant, her consciousness entered a void, where a figure stood with his hands behind his back, imposing as a mighty mountain.
"My lord!"
Her eyes blazed with fervor as she respectfully dropped to one knee.
"Rise!"
The figure spoke and slowly turned around. It was none other than Fang Mo.
Leiya rose and looked at Fang Mo, her eyes filled with awe and fervor. "My lord, they've taken the bait. Silad has handed the analysis results for the Myriad Transformations Return-to-Origin Art to Mu Lei. They're heading to the supercomputing center, presumably for the final analysis and verification!"
Fang Mo nodded and said:
"This won't lead them to suspect you, will it?"
Leiya smiled.
"No. The people who made contact were spies sent by Silad. I stayed out of it the entire time. They won't be able to trace it back to me!"
Fang Mo nodded. "Good. Be careful. With the Myriad Transformations Return-to-Origin Art in place, you no longer need to risk approaching other