The woman gazed at the seemingly ordinary wall with her emerald eyes. Then she slowly reached out, a soft green light flickering at her slender fingertips, gently touching the rough surface of the wall.

In the next moment, subtle spatial fluctuations appeared on the wall.

In an instant, a thick redwood door appeared abruptly and mysteriously on the gray wall, with a frame carved with intricate yet understated vine patterns.

"..."

The woman gently closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, she no longer hesitated, directly pushed the door and entered.

The place the door connected to was a dimly lit office.

All sounds were cut off upon entering the office, as if time itself had frozen in a profound silence.

Heavy black curtains completely blocked out external light, leaving only the dim glow of an ancient pendant lamp casting blurred shadows on the wide redwood desk. The desktop was neat and restrained, with several documents pressed under a bronze paperweight carved with ancient symbols, exuding a cold and hard luster.

At the end of these shadows was a deep brown leather chair seemingly absorbed into the darkness, where a vague silhouette sat quietly.

From his physique, he appeared to be a man.

The man was dressed in a pure black suit, the fabric shining with an almost icy glow in the dim light, tailored so precisely that it was almost flawless.

The left chest of the suit bore a blood-red "X" emblem, strikingly bright amidst the darkness, resembling freshly spilled blood not yet clotted.

The man's face was hidden in shadow, making his expression impossible to discern. Only a distinct hand was faintly visible in the weak light, gently stroking a cat-like Spirit Beast sprawled on his lap.

The cat was covered in velvety smooth jet-black fur, its purple eyes slightly squinted, exuding an unfathomable mystery. It lazily curled there, its tail occasionally brushing against the surface of the man's suit pants, producing a faint rustling sound.

"..."

"..."

The woman dressed in a white coat did not speak, and the man seemed very patient, simply stroking the cat's chin, eliciting a comfortable purring sound from it.

After a long time, the woman finally spoke.

Her voice was as cold and tranquil as a glacier: "I have found a way to continue the experiment."

"Is that so."

The man's voice, equally devoid of surprise, lacked anger, superiority, or any semblance of emotional fluctuation, simply affirmed: "Yes, that is a rare piece of good news."

The woman replied calmly: "However, some unforeseen complications have arisen."

"Professor Gu..."

The man seemed to sigh softly: "He is a pitiful man chasing dreams, even after sacrificing everything, he was never able to see his wish fulfilled."

"If he knew that his fate rested solely in someone else's intention, who knows what he would think."

The woman was silent for a moment before answering: "...I have my own considerations."

"Considerations?"

The man chuckled: "What considerations?"

In that pitch-black shadow, a pair of golden eyes suddenly shone brightly.

"..."

The woman suddenly felt that both the man before her and the entire office had vanished.

Everything fell into darkness.

Yet, at that moment, a wave of intense pressure struck her.

She seemed to be standing in darkness, facing a vast and boundless landscape.

Were it an ordinary Five-Star Spirit Master, merely facing this imposing aura would render them speechless, immobilized, even unable to sense touch, smell, or taste. A single glance could strip them of all senses; the perception of time would be disordered, spiraling into madness amidst endless darkness and solitude.

...But for her, who had lived far too long, this level was barely anything.

Her thoughts were not disrupted, nor did her speech falter, only continuing with calmness:

"The experiment will not be affected."

"I will arrange the following matters."

"He has fully entered the Great Xia official's sights, and even the Spirit Alliance is now paying attention."

"If we act rashly, we might just alert the snake.'

"..."

After a long silence.

That will, as heavy and oppressive as the earth, suddenly dissipated, the office's scenery suddenly returned to the woman's view.

The man was still sitting there, unchanged, only let out a soft laugh.

"When did you become so attentive to the Divine Heart Association?"

"Or... have you developed unnecessary feelings for him?"

The woman's expression did not change, she responded calmly:

"I only wish to ensure the 'plan' remains unaffected."

"..."

Buzz—

The black phone on the desk vibrated slightly, the man lowered his head slightly, as if glancing at the screen.

"Interesting..."

He chuckled gently: "Not only Kong Guofeng's mark but even that old dragon dropped a scale there."

"Seems I did misunderstand you indeed."

"Let that wolf stay with him for now."

"..."

The woman nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Click.

The heavy redwood door slowly closed, vanishing with a ripple of spatial distortion, leaving behind the empty wall.

"..."

A flash of green light, the woman deeply regarded the place where the redwood door had vanished and similarly disappeared.

Moments later, she found herself in the district several kilometers away, where the streets were nearly devoid of pedestrians, only streetlights illuminating the roadway alone.

Just then, a bead of cold sweat finally trickled down the woman's forehead, she exhaled deeply, glanced down at her palm, seeming to finally relax.

The meeting was sudden, too rushed, leaving her somewhat caught off guard, and covering all aspects had taken great effort.

Clouds drifted past the full moon, casting a pure and gentle light. The woman lifted her head, gazing at the high-hanging silver moon, adjusting her breathing.

Suddenly, the woman seemed to recall something, her pupils contracted sharply, she flipped her wrist, pulling out her phone.

August 16th, 2:14 AM.

"..."

The woman's emerald eyes suddenly grew dazed, as though reminiscing about something from many years ago.

After a moment, the woman returned to her senses, opened her contacts, and her slender fingers began typing on the screen, seemingly wishing to send a message.

However, her slender fingers paused over the send button, reluctant to press it.

Staring at those words.

After a long while.

She exhaled, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes, moving her finger to the delete button, pressing it.

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