Jiangbei City.
Atop a skyscraper, two glowing characters spelled "Heavenly Palace."
Xu Yuan met Zhai Qingya on the top floor.
A Flying Boat waited on the landing pad.
"We'll talk on the way."
Zhai Qingya gestured for Xu Yuan to board first.
"Are we shooting an ad? Why the rush?" Xu Yuan asked, puzzled.
"Not an ad. Your debut," Zhai Qingya said.
They boarded the Flying Boat.
No sooner had they settled into the comfortable seats than two curvaceous flight attendants approached. One carried an ice bucket filled with various Spirit Wines; the other carried a basket of Spirit Incense and cigars.
"He's underage. Put those away and bring him a glass of water." Zhai Qingya waved them off.
The two attendants looked Xu Yuan up and down, covered their mouths with a laugh, and withdrew.
A glass of water arrived.
"Here you are." The slender attendant set it before Xu Yuan, gave him a radiant smile, and turned away.
A fragrant breeze brushed past.
A Paper Strip had appeared in Xu Yuan's hand. It bore a phone number, with a smiley face drawn beneath it.
"Now, to business."
Dressed in a black business suit and looking briskly capable, Zhai Qingya handed Xu Yuan a tablet.
The moment Xu Yuan took it, a live video appeared on the screen.
A beautiful woman with long hair and glasses looked at Xu Yuan and smiled.
"Hello, Xu Yuan."
"A bank robbery has just taken place in Nanshan City. Facial comparisons against our database identified the perpetrators as three cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm, aged twenty-six, thirty-one, and forty-five. They're currently fleeing by car."
The image switched to a sedan racing through the city.
"We contacted the Cloud Platform and learned that you're the nearest artist and idol best suited to handle