Four women—two adults and two young girls—sat in a spacious, brightly lit reception room on an upper floor of the Star Tower Headquarters.
The two young girls sat quietly to one side, while the atmosphere around the sofa on the other side was particularly tense.
As the current sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Yunyun had shed the poised, dignified bearing with which she usually directed affairs within her sect.
Now, she was so restless that she had even begun biting her nails unconsciously, her beautiful eyes fixed on the reception room's tightly shut metal doors.
Elder Wu, seated beside her, frowned at the sight. She could not help glancing at her and reminding her sternly, "Sect Master, this behavior is truly unbecoming. We're on someone else's turf. Besides, with the younger generation watching you like this, what sort of example are you setting for them?"
At that reprimand, Ning Yunyun abruptly came back to her senses and realized she had lost her composure.
She quickly lowered her hand, took a deep breath, and turned toward Elder Wu, a helpless, bitter smile appearing on her stunning face.
"You're right to reprimand me, Elder Wu... It's just that, even if my father were still alive, I'm afraid he would struggle to remain calm in a situation like this."
At Ning Yunyun's mention of the former sect master, Elder Wu's tense expression softened a little. Still, she gave a dismissive snort. "If you ask me, Yunyun, you simply aren't as good a judge of character as your father was. You trust people too easily. To my mind, this so-called Star Tower is nothing but an organization of swindlers—strong on the outside, hollow within, putting on a mysterious act!"
As she spoke, Elder Wu glanced at the doors, which