Zhu Ziyan sat in the plush leather chair of the spacious office, completely still.
Her spine was perfectly straight, her hands resting neatly on her lap, but beneath her calm exterior, her mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and nervous energy.
The room was quiet, smelling faintly of dried medicinal herbs and expensive ink—a testament to the eccentric habits of the office's usual occupant.
At that exact moment, the heavy wooden door swung open with a soft click.
The sudden movement broke the silence, and Qiao Yi stepped through the threshold, her expression bright.
Following closely behind her were two figures: the majestic, imposing presence of the League Champion, and a younger man whose gaze was already locked onto the room's interior.
Tai Yuhao followed behind her, his footsteps slightly hurried as he crossed the threshold.
