Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the building with ease, gliding smoothly to the back of the modern glass structure and entering the sleek office wing. On the second floor, he immediately spotted a mixed-race woman sitting on a sofa sipping tea, her long legs elegantly crossed, dressed in a shirt, skirt, black stockings, and high heels. Her waist was slim and her bust ample, her makeup refined and her hairstyle stylish—exactly what Zhang Yuanqing envisioned as the ideal image of a corporate executive goddess. His aesthetic standards had been thoroughly honed by his aunt, so he approached without flinching: “Guan Ya, senior.” Guan Ya set down her cup and rose to greet him, smiling warmly. “Oh, I thought university students were just little puppy dogs—now I see they’re actually little wolf dogs! Congratulations on becoming a Night Wandering Deity—I’m awarding you an embrace!” She opened her arms wide—her presence commanding and solid. Zhang Yuanqing, already familiar with her demeanor, remained composed and gently replied: “Lady Demon, how could I possibly be so modest?” Had it been any other woman, Zhang Yuanqing would have said something more deferential—but Guan Ya was the Lao Si Ji, a seasoned official whose style required firmness and assertiveness. Guan Ya paused, then chuckled lightly before saying: “Come on, let’s go—Chief Li has arranged for you.” After walking a few steps, she turned back with a gentle smile: “Have you found anything remarkable in the Spirit Realm? Not that I need to tell you—I’ve always believed that hiding one's strength and strategies is an essential quality of every Realm Walker.” I didn’t intend to share that at all—Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily startled, then realized what she meant: to keep certain details private, not to reveal everything. Following Guan Ya, Zhang Yuanqing entered a luxurious office where Li Dongze was lounging comfortably on a soft chair, holding a cigar. “By the way,” Li Dongze began as he stood up toward the guest sofa, “what do you think is the most concerning thing I’m currently worried about?” “What’s that?” Zhang Yuanqing answered promptly. “I’m deeply concerned that someone has taken you hostage during your journey here.” Li Dongze opened a wine cabinet and pulled out three glasses. “What would you like to drink?” “Cola!” Zhang Yuanqing replied immediately. “Guan Ya, go get it,” Li Dongze instructed without hesitation. Indeed, his status has risen significantly—Zhang Yuanqing noted as he settled into the seat. As Li Dongze poured a glass of wine and took a sip, he launched directly into the matter: “Brilliant work, young man! You’ve truly exceeded expectations. Could you please draft a detailed account of your journey? Before that, though—I’d like to ask—did you notice anything unusual during your time at the Place of the Mountain Spirit?”