"Ning Fan's strength far surpasses your imagination. If we could get him to join the Ning Family, our family's power would surely rise to the next level!"
"So, I hope everyone will take this matter seriously, especially Qingyu. Our success depends on you!"
Unless absolutely necessary, Ning Caiwen did not want to use his last resort.
"Don't worry, Family Head, leave it to me, and there won't be any problems," Qingyu assured with a flirtatious wink, swaying her hips seductively as she walked out.
The night was deep, and Ning Fan sat cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by strands of Spiritual Energy.
Knock, knock, knock—
Suddenly, a series of knocks sounded at the door.
Following that was a voice as soft as silk.
"Fan, are you asleep?"
Ning Fan's eyes snapped open, a sharp light crossing his gaze as the Spiritual Power around him dissipated.
He got up, opened the door, and saw Ning Qingyu standing there, which made him frown, "What are you doing here?"