Night.
Having made a trip to Nuoding City to watch the "intrusive protagonist" Xiao Huohuo prepare to head for Shrek Academy in Suotuo City under Yu Xiaogang's guidance, Wang Zhao returned to Dragon King Hall in high spirits.
At this time, the discussion hall at the Dragon King Hall headquarters was brightly lit. Walking through the air, Wang Zhao spotted from afar a graceful figure seated at a desk, diligently bent over her work.
He could not help but sigh. "I haven't handled affairs these past few years—it's all thanks to Sister. If she hadn't been so perfectly suited to take my place in that position, who knew whether I could still remain behind the scenes to carry out my plans while cultivating properly as I do now..."
Wang Zhao shook his head. With a flicker, he appeared in the main hall the next moment.
Sensing his arrival, Die hid the trace of weariness in her eyes before lifting her delicate face, smiling as she prepared to greet him.
To her surprise, Wang Zhao was no longer before her. She froze, then felt someone lightly wrap an arm around her waist from the side.
Well, the main hall's seat had been modeled after Spirit Hall's Pope's Throne, so it was quite spacious.
Die turned her head slightly and met the affectionate gaze of the young man seated beside her, his arm around her.
"Sister Die, you've worked hard these past few years. Let me handle the rest. From now on, how about leaving it to Senior Qian Jun or Dugu Bo? You're tired. Go get some sleep first..."
She was stunned again. After quietly leaning against his warm, solid embrace for a moment, she smiled and said softly,
"Your progress has been fast, but your cultivation is still far below