Information Gap

Leng Yaozhu's voice was light and cheerful, as though she had accepted a long-awaited invitation. She rose to her feet, her long red hair falling over her shoulders and gleaming softly in the sunlight. She walked over to Gu Yue, reached out, and pulled her up from the sofa in one swift motion.

Caught off guard, Gu Yue's teacup tilted, spilling several drops onto the coffee table. A trace of helplessness flashed through her black eyes as she looked at Leng Yaozhu's smiling face, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Master, what are you in such a hurry for?"

Leng Yaozhu ignored her and pulled her toward the door by the hand. Her steps were light yet firm, her red hair streaming behind her like a blazing flame.

"Come on. Take your master around your territory."

Gu Yue staggered a few steps as she was dragged along, then looked back at Zhong Shenxiu. That glance carried a question, helplessness, and an apologetic meaning: My master is just like this. Please bear with her.

Zhong Shenxiu gave a slight nod, a faint smile curling at his lips.

The door closed.

The office returned to silence. Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm golden layer across the carpet. Dust drifted slowly through the beams of light like countless tiny stars.

Zhong Shenxiu leaned back on the sofa, his pale golden vertical pupils fixed on the tightly shut door as the smile on his lips gradually faded. His fingers lightly tapped the armrest. Tap, tap, tap. The rhythm was slow and steady.

Qiangu Dongfeng.

The name circled through his mind. The master of the Spirit Pagoda, the head of the Qiangu Family, a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo. He was a supreme powerhouse on par with Yun Ming, the