Orders streamed from Han Lingzhi's lips.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, responses appeared on the virtual screens all around her.
Throughout the entire process, Han Lingzhi never paused.
She alone seemed to be an enormous supercomputer.
Dozens of war zones, countless resource transfers, and combat deployments for vast numbers of gods and demigods.
In her hands, all of it seemed like the simplest of data.
She issued hundreds upon thousands of instructions in an extremely short span of time.
Watching from the doorway, Yang Fan couldn't help swallowing.
Mother-in-law...
Just what on earth have you set me up with?
This can't be right!
Yang Fan wailed inwardly.
The strangest thing was that Han Lingzhi was clearly sitting right in front of him.
Yet when his Spiritual Power swept over her again, he still detected nothing.
No signs of life, no trace of a soul, not even the slightest fluctuation of energy.
It was as though no one existed there at all.
Powerful, unfathomable, impossible to probe.
That was Yang Fan's first impression of Han Lingzhi.
Half an hour later, Han Lingzhi finally finished dealing with her work.
With a light wave of her right hand, the dozens of floating screens before her vanished instantly, and silence returned to the living room.
Only then did she raise her head and truly look at Yang Fan for the first time.
"Since you came in, you've scanned me another twenty-seven times with your Spiritual Power."
Han Lingzhi's face was expressionless.
"Is it that entertaining?"
At those words, a sheen of cold sweat instantly broke out on Yang Fan's forehead.
"If you weren't someone Fellow Daoist Lu recommended, I might even suspect you were a spy sent by the alien races," Han Lingzhi continued.
"..."
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.