Back in the Xu family subspace.
Xu Qianghua stood near the far window of his study, the same one he always returned to when the wars slowed down.
The morning light filtered through the crystal panes, casting soft, clean lines across the polished floor.
A gentle breeze drifted in from the side, carrying the faint scent of incense and blooming tea flowers from the gardens below.
Behind him, a stack of new reports sat on his desk—silent but weighty.
He didn't look at them right away.
Instead, his eyes remained fixed on the large projection slowly rotating in the air before him.
A world map hovered, glowing faintly with spiritual energy. Its details shifted every few seconds, zooming in and out as updates arrived from couriers and shadow scouts posted across the continents.
Xu Qianghua's gaze was focused on the Western Continent.
Unlike the chaos he'd seen a few days ago, the colors had begun to change. The deep red of active battlefields had dulled to burnt orange.
