He quickly operated a few commands and soon crafted the electronic badge belonging to Jiang Wei, then handed a uniquely styled, completely black communication device with a slightly wide screen to Fang Qingyu.

"Mr. Fang, this is the communication device exclusively used within 'Yuan'. It utilizes special frequency bands and encryption technology. It can only be used internally in 'Yuan' and in specific areas for emergency contact and receiving instructions. Please be sure to keep it safe," the staff explained.

Finally, he added, "Tomorrow morning at exactly 8 AM, please both be on time for the A1 conference room meeting at the top floor to attend the launch meeting of the Hidden Dragon Plan. All precautions and detailed rules of 'Yuan' will be announced at the meeting. Please do not be late."

Zhao Feng also completed his registration procedures.

The group walked out of the registration center, exchanging contact information with each other.

"What a pleasant surprise," Zhao Feng looked at Jiang Wei with a gentle smile and a trace of curiosity in his eyes. "It seems this trip to 'Yuan' will be more interesting than expected. See you at the meeting tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Brother Zhao."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Feng, Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, full of questions, followed Wei Banmeng back into the elevator, returning to the Pocket World Blessed Land of the Dragon Abyss Pavilion.

The glow of the sunset filtered through the simulated "sky" of the Pocket World Blessed Land, dyeing the entire plain with a warm orange-red.

The shadows of the flowers, grass, and trees were stretched long.

They returned to the small courtyard assigned to them, hidden among exotic flowers and grasses.

"Why did they suddenly give you temporary qualifications?"

Fang Qingyu pushed open the ancient wooden door, frowning thoughtfully.

Jiang Wei, holding her small backpack, also wore a slightly confused expression, gently shaking her head.

Squeak—

The wooden door was pushed open.

Fang Qingyu's words came to an abrupt halt.

His and Jiang Wei's gaze simultaneously froze in the middle of the courtyard.

Before them sat a person beside the bluestone round table in the courtyard.

An old man in a simple dark blue cloth robe, slender and traditional in appearance, with an aura as calm and distant as a mountain.

Silently sitting on a stone bench, holding a cup of steaming green tea.

His gaze peacefully fell upon the entering Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei were both startled.

Fang Qingyu instinctively took a half step back, looking up at the hanging wooden sign engraved with the words "Bamboo Creek" above the courtyard entrance, then down at the electronic key card he had just received for "Bamboo Creek Courtyard."

No mistake, it was here.

Fang Qingyu looked again at the old man beside the stone table.

Overhead... there was a question mark title, just like the Divine Management Bureau's Director, Hong Qitian.

This unfathomable elder had silently appeared in their courtyard, leisurely like a master.

"You are...?"

Fang Qingyu cautiously tried to speak, his voice carrying a hint of caution.

The old man, hearing this, put down his teacup, looked up, and those deep well-like eyes glanced at Fang Qingyu, then...rolled his eyes quite obviously!

"I saved your life, and you don't know who I am?!"

The old man's voice carried a bit of exasperated amusement.

Fang Qingyu was stunned by the unexpected eye roll and question, his brain racing.

He saved my life...

When I was severely injured and unconscious in the depths of the pit, that miraculous elixir was forced into my mouth to stabilize my near-death injuries... and the person who pulled me from the ruins...

A name instantly sprang to mind.

"Pavilion Master Yan?"

Fang Qingyu tentatively asked.

He had only known about this Martial Saint in passing during his moments of unconsciousness and from what he heard afterward, never meeting him in person.

The old man nodded with a bit of annoyed air: "At least you're not completely clueless."

Upon confirming his identity, the bit of wariness in Fang Qingyu's heart immediately turned into genuine gratitude.

He pulled Jiang Wei into the courtyard and solemnly bowed to Yan Shouzheng beside the stone table:

"Thank you, Pavilion Master Yan, for saving my life! And for at the Songdu Pit..."

This debt of gratitude was too heavy.

Yan Shouzheng casually waved it away, the gesture like brushing aside a falling leaf: "Alright, alright, enough with the courtesies. Sit down."

He pointed to the two stone stools opposite the stone table.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei sat down as instructed, both looking at this legendary Martial Saint with intense curiosity.

Yan Shouzheng's gaze swept over Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's faces and without preamble, he simply stated:

"The confusion you encountered at the registration office earlier, stop guessing. That little girl's temporary qualification was requested by me, and it was approved."

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei were once again taken aback by these words.

Fang Qingyu immediately said, "Thank you, Pavilion Master!" Jiang Wei also slightly nodded her small head.

However, gratitude aside, their confusion only deepened.

Wasn't the Pavilion Master of Dragon Abyss Pavilion being a bit too kind to them?

First, recommending Fang Qingyu, an "outsider" with no background, into the Hidden Dragon Plan, and now using his influence and energy to secure an extremely precious temporary slot for Jiang Wei?

Within Dragon Abyss Pavilion, where geniuses were abundant and slots were already limited, Yan Shouzheng's actions must have come at a significant cost, possibly even sparking complaints from some within the pavilion.

Fang Qingyu looked at Yan Shouzheng's face, calm as an ancient well, and without further expressions of thanks, he quietly waited.

Yan Shouzheng looked at Fang Qingyu's calm, waiting eyes, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, and spoke quietly:

"Strictly speaking, I didn't 'give' you two the qualifications."

He paused, emphasizing, "Do you really think the slots for the Hidden Dragon Plan can just be assigned by me, Yan Shouzheng, at my whim? Do you think I can just sneak in a few people?"

These words plunged Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei into another whirlpool of confusion.

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