"Guild Master? All squad leaders are already in the conference room." Assistant Su carefully peeked through the gap of the half-opened door.
Bai Tingfeng slouched in his chair, looking far more worn out than he should at ten in the morning. The rain-darkened skies outside his office window cast a dreary backdrop, only making his exhaustion more pronounced. And yet, somehow, his skin still seemed to glow.
A miserable Greek god—that was the only way Assistant Su could describe the scene before him.
"Would you like more time, Guild Master?" Assistant Su asked carefully, mindful of Bai Tingfeng's obvious state.
"No need. I'm fine. Let's settle the dungeon-clearing schedule for the coming months," Bai Tingfeng replied, voice firm. He rose with his usual commanding presence—but the illusion cracked the moment his knees buckled on his first step.
"Damn!"
