Zhou Feng kept his aura concealed as he walked steadily onward, arriving outside Li Qiulan's study before long.
The study door was not fully closed, leaving a narrow crack. Inside, all was still and silent, without the slightest superfluous sound.
Zhou Feng raised his hand slightly, rapped softly on the doorframe, and offered a low salute.
At her response, Zhou Feng pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind him.
The study was elegant and immaculate, its desks neatly arranged. Only a dossier lay spread across the table, containing records of all his recent movements.
Li Qiulan sat upright before the desk, dignified in posture and indifferent in expression, her gaze fixed directly upon Zhou Feng as he entered the room.
She examined this subordinate closely.
Though he had stirred the Gu Dao landscape of all Nine Void Mountain and established an organization as fearsome in momentum as the Tracebright Society, he still wore the plain attire of an ordinary clerk. His bearing was steady and restrained, his expression calm and composed. Not a trace of restlessness or smugness could be seen, as though all the recent storms and upheavals had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
Such a temperament was far rarer than those cultivators who grew arrogant and conceited after achieving the slightest success.
Li Qiulan became even more certain of her thoughts. Without any unnecessary preamble, she went straight to the point.
"Tracebright Society. Do you know of it?"
The question was direct and crisp, without the slightest detour.
Zhou Feng's expression did not change. He nodded openly, his tone calm and respectful.
"This subordinate knows of it. The Tracebright Society is a small mutual-aid organization for cultivators that this subordinate took the lead in establishing during his spare time."
He neither concealed it nor deliberately