Ah? The Mages' Eye wants to see me, and the Dog Elder has agreed? Could we possibly avoid it... Zhang Yuanqing was stunned—completely unprepared that after the Mages' Eye matter had concluded, he would still find himself intersecting with him again. The man had left such a deep psychological impression on him. Honestly, Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to see him at all. How could this Celestial Sovereign possibly deserve such high regard from the Great Demon-Eye Lord? Zhang Yuanqing paused thoughtfully, "If I can be assured of my safety, then I will go see him." The details of the Chu family's downfall had captured his interest. The palace mistress—always so nagging—had been fixated on the old tale of the Chu family's destruction. Though the eccentric one often teased him, she actually treated him well. With such an opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing felt it was only right to make an effort. After hanging up, he donned his baseball cap and mask and quietly stepped out. Forty minutes later, he arrived at the傅 family's villa by taxi. A spacious, luxurious sedan had already been waiting at the entrance of the villa compound. The car doors slid open gently, and Zhang Yuanqing hurried forward, stepping inside. Fu Qingyang, dressed in a crisp white suit with a stylish short ponytail, sat motionless in a plush leather chair, expression neutral. "Commander!" Zhang Yuanqing greeted him, taking in the elegant interior of the vehicle. Fu Qingyang owned several vehicles, but this one was one he had a good grasp of the pricing—its landed price ranged from seven to nine million yuan. The car featured a built-in refrigerator, spacious and comfortable seating, a small table between two seats with a cigar cutter, a spray-style lighter, and high-footed cups, a soft woolen throw blanket beneath the feet, and curtains on all the windows. When the seatbacks were reclined, the space transformed into a cozy, plush bed. The only time he ever smoked was when he and Kou Beiyue came out of the house of that officer whose name he had already forgotten. Fu Qingyang sneered, "If he can't smoke cigars, how can he be my daughter-in-law, my cousin-in-law, my Fu Qingyang's cousin-in-law?" "!!!" At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know what expression to offer Fu Qingyang—so he simply lost all expression. Fu Qingyang held his cigar firmly, staring at him without a word. Zhang Yuanqing caught the unspoken meaning and quickly picked up the spray-style lighter on the small table, lighting the cigar for his superior. Fu Qingyang took the cigar, watched his trusted aide light it, and slowly said, "Guan Ya is engaged." Zhang Yuanqing, who had been quietly lowering his head to light the cigar, felt his heart sink—he passed the now-red-tipped cigar over. Fu Qingyang accepted it, exhaled a thick stream of white smoke, and continued, "In the Lingjing family, young relatives of high status and good appearance are usually arranged to marry by the family—what used to be called marriage alliances." Only a few people with exceptional talent can make their own decisions. "Guan Ya had the opportunity, but she passed it up. As a result, she had to accept the family's arrangements—her mother, my aunt, arranged a suitor for her." Zhang Yuanqing paused and asked cautiously, "Is the suitor from a spiritual realm family within the Five Elements Alliance, or from a musical or scholarly family?" Fu Qingyang shook his head, "It's a spiritual realm family from abroad. That family holds significant influence within the 'Daybreak Sentinels' organization." Zhang Yuanqing then remembered that the Fu family was a multinational conglomerate with extensive operations both domestically and overseas, and that Fu Qingyang and Guan Ya had spent half their youth abroad. Guan Ya is of mixed heritage—her parents must have one foreign parent, since Fu Qingyang, as her cousin, does not carry mixed blood, indicating that the family's lineage at the grandfather level is purely native. "Daybreak Sentinels?" Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, intending to look up information about the organization, and then asked, "What is Guan Ya's own stance?" Fu Qingyang glanced at him. "Of course she's resistant. If she were satisfied with this marriage arrangement, wouldn't she still be playing the game with you?" Hearing his cousin-in-law say this, Zhang Yuanqing felt instantly embarrassed. "So, becoming my brother-in-law isn't going to be easy," Fu Qingyang said calmly. Zhang Yuan清 pretended to be unresponsive, thinking—what was his attitude? Was he merely pressuring me to stop pursuing his sister? Or was he offering advice, urging me to work harder? Or perhaps, he himself was equally conflicted? Unconsciously, the luxury sedan left the city center, the density of skyscrapers gradually decreasing, and the number of factories increasing. In Songhai, both the city and its suburbs were crowded; the distinction between them lay in the concentration of CBD buildings in the city center and the clustering of factories in the suburbs. After another half hour, even the factories began to fade, giving way to expressways and undeveloped areas that replaced residential neighborhoods and factory complexes. Finally, the luxury vehicle came to a stop outside the gates of a zoo. The zoo has old electric gates. The ticket counter at the main entrance looks worn out, and a large stone plaque standing upright bears the characters "Zoo," its red paint faded and chipped. The two step out of the car. Fu Qingyang stands at the main gate, gazing into the quiet, dimly lit zoo, and says: "Before you enter, there are a few rules you should keep in mind. First, never say the words 'animals.' Second, if you see rabbits approaching, don't pay any attention to them. Third, if any staff members come to speak to you, pay close attention to their uniforms. For staff wearing black uniforms, do not respond—definitely do not respond. For those in blue uniforms, say: 'I'm fine, I don't need any assistance.' Zhang Yuanqing is momentarily stunned, then understands, hesitating: 'So this zoo is...' Fu Qingyang nods: "It's a rule-based prop, at the master level." During the day, it sleeps, free from rules, so the zoo is open to visitors. After dusk, everyone must leave. This kind of rule-based object at the master level—almost the ceiling of the spiritual realm, or nearing it. Wait—does the entire zoo itself count as a single object? Zhang Yuanqing said, "I've got it." Fu Qingyang approached the electric gate and said, "Open!" The gate indeed activated, sliding open slowly. Fu Qingyang stepped boldly into the park, and Zhang Yuanqing hurried to follow. As he passed through the gate and entered the zoo, he suddenly felt a subtle, almost imperceptible gaze descending from the depths. He stopped abruptly, looking up. The night sky was dark and vast, still and silent. "What's going on?" Fu Qingyang paused and turned to look back. Who is watching me? It can't be a mere illusion... Zhang Yuanqing frowned, "I feel someone is observing me." He pointed towards the sky. Upon hearing this, Fu Qingyang raised his eyes to gaze at the sky, paused for a few seconds, and then said calmly, "Just ignore it!" The two of them walked along the wide main avenue, with streetlights on either side casting a dim yellow glow. The lights were of moderate power and spaced about four to five meters apart, so their light only formed circular patches directly beneath each one. The space between the lights remained quiet and dark. It was truly a classic horror film scene—no, actually, compared to the master-level rule-based items, such supernatural elements were nothing at all. Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself. Fu Qingyang's tall, poised figure in his white suit gave him a profound sense of security. This young gentleman was calm, strong, and always exuded unwavering confidence. After walking for about five minutes, a branching path appeared ahead, marked by a sign. The sign depicted a lion. Fu Qingyang turned into the path and took the lead at the front. Zhang Yuanqing followed into the side passage leading to the Lion Garden, when suddenly a faint voice echoed from behind: "Excuse me, do you need any assistance?" Zhang Yuanqing turned around. In the glow of the streetlamp, a figure in a black uniform stood there, wearing a baseball cap whose brim cast a shadow over the face. The employee in black could not respond. Zhang Yuanqing quickly turned back and quickened his pace to catch up with Fu Qingyang. Seeing Zhang Yuanqing not responding, the figure under the streetlamp grew anxious and hurried after him, his voice growing more ethereal, asking repeatedly: "Excuse me, do you need any assistance?" When he heard the footsteps of the black-clad employee approaching, Zhang Yuanqing nearly fled, but remembering Fu Qingyang's instructions, he forced himself to remain calm, refusing to respond or pay attention. The footsteps grew closer, and as they neared his back, they suddenly vanished mysteriously. Had he gone? Zhang Yuanqing breathed out a quiet sigh, when suddenly, a low murmur reached his ears: "You've come! You've finally come to see me!" Who was speaking? Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill run down his spine, his muscles tensing instinctively. He remained calm, glancing around. The streetlights were dim, the outlines of the vegetation and the artificial hills blending into the darkness, silent and still. Fu Qingyang, walking ahead, spoke softly, "Don't look around—keep walking!" Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, clearing all distractions, and followed closely behind Fu Qingyang. Fortunately, no further odd occurrences happened. A few minutes later, they arrived at the Lion Garden. Through the tall iron fence, Zhang Yuanqing saw only one white lion lying lazily on a high platform at the center of the spacious enclosure. The lion was well-built and elegant, its white mane exceptionally beautiful, exuding the regal presence of a king of the grasslands. The white male lion gazed deeply through the iron fence, silently observing the two "visitors." Zhang Yuanqing met the King of the Mystic Eye in a prison chamber adjacent to the Lion Garden, where the king was enclosed within a camphor tree growing inside the room, his hands, feet, and lower body seemingly fused into the tree. The camphor tree was not tall, but its trunk was remarkably thick and knotted, with lush branches cascading down, supporting several vines. A curly-coated Teddy dog sat squatting beneath the tree. Upon seeing Yuan Shi Tianzun enter, the King of the Mystic Eye brightened.