Back in the Xu family subspace.
Xu Qianghua, whose face still retained a youthful appearance, now held an air of maturity and majesty—a presence so profound it could bring the strongest cultivators to their knees in silent reverence.
Sitting in his office, his eyes skimmed the latest Shadow report, which contained updates on everything that had happened in Nexara over the past month.
But this report went beyond the surface; it detailed intricate activities occurring underground, hidden from public view, carefully monitored by the Xu family's elite.
Just as he absorbed the last line, a knock sounded at the door. Before he could respond, the door opened, and An Zhihao entered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Flashing a playful smile, she quickly crossed the room and, without a moment's hesitation, leaped into his arms, her voice bright with energy.
"Brother Qiangqiang!" she exclaimed cheerfully, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace.