Yu Xuan arrived outside Bing Xin's room, or rather, her office.
Even from the hallway, the atmosphere around it felt… heavy.
Grand.
Overbearing.
And very obviously: the office of someone who could end your career, cultivation path, and possibly lifespan with a single signature.
Yu Xuan inhaled deeply, then knocked politely.
Creak—
The door opened on its own.
Inside, Bing Xin was no longer seated behind her desk.
Instead, she was on the raised cultivation platform, knees crossed, eyes closed, an icy aura around her.
Her eyes snapped open the moment he entered and without hesitation, she appeared in front of him.
Her hand blurred into a cold palm strike aimed straight at his chest.
Yu Xuan did not dodge.
The palm passed cleanly through him.
Bing Xin paused slightly surprised.
It was an illusion.
Then the real Yu Xuan stepped in through the doorway.
"I knew Master would never let me have a normal day," Yu Xuan said lightly, internally rather pleased with himself.
