"Federal Special Envoy, Ling Zichen."
Ling Zichen gave Wei Yuan, who sat in the seat of honor, a military salute.
"I have come under orders to investigate the matter of the Heavenly Change."
Wei Yuan leaned back in his chair and looked down at her from above.
"Investigate?"
"Yes. The rift that appeared in the sky has drawn the Federal Government's close attention. We need to understand—"
"No need." Wei Yuan cut her off.
Ling Zichen was stunned.
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean you don't need to understand."
Wei Yuan spoke flatly.
"All you need to know is that from today onward, I set the rules of this world."
Ling Zichen's expression changed.
"Are you provoking the Federal Government, sir?"
"Provoking?" Wei Yuan chuckled. "As if you're worthy?"
Ling Zichen's hand moved to the weapon at her waist, but the five subordinates behind her had already gone deathly pale with fright.
They could feel that any single person in this room could easily crush them to death.
"Calm down."
Qian Yuhan spoke, her voice not loud, yet carrying unquestionable authority.
"Wei Lang is not your enemy.
As long as you obey, he will not make a move against the Federal Government."
Ling Zichen looked at Qian Yuhan, her pupils constricting slightly.
"You are... My Lady Qian Yuhan?"
Qian Yuhan nodded.
"It is me."
Ling Zichen drew a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the shock in her heart.
Qian Yuhan was the legendary Angel God, an ancient existence from thirty thousand years ago.
Why was she here?
"My Lady Qian Yuhan, the Federal Government has no intention of making an enemy of you."
Ling Zichen's voice softened somewhat.
"But the matter of the Heavenly Change concerns the safety of the entire continent. We must—"
"I said, there's no need."
Wei