Hearing the word "Master" spoken so earnestly, the Heart Clone felt quite pleased.
Even though his calculations had already predicted Xinxuan would not betray him in the near future, hearing it in person still carried a different satisfaction.
Ankit had gained his first true disciple.
The Heart Clone nodded once, voice warm.
"Okay. Now you should return to the Indian ambassador. They will take you to a secure place. From there, I will bring you to my location. There will be others like you joining soon, so try to become friends with them."
Xinxuan's curiosity flared instantly.
Others like him?
Who were they? More talents? More people who had received similar letters?
Before he could ask, his vision began to blur and fade at the edges.
He didn't panic this time.
He saw his Master raising a hand in a gentle wave—clearly saying goodbye.
Xinxuan understood: this was him being sent back from the dream world.
As his consciousness slipped away, the dream world around him started to shatter—inch by inch, the clouds cracked like glass, the sky fractured into fragments, the ground dissolved into light.
The Heart Clone watched it all calmly, knowing this disintegration happened simply because Xinxuan's mind was no longer present to sustain it. Originally, it should just vanished after Xinxuan absence, but heart clone sustained it with his powers.
He murmured softly to the fading expanse.
"Well… now let's talk with the Eurasian Union girl. What was her name? Ah, right… Vera…"
With those words, his figure vanished completely from the collapsing dream world.
On the other side, in the real world, Xing Nation capital, Behui City.
The Indian ambassador stood patiently outside the luxurious hotel suite door, arms folded behind his back, face calm but heart beating with anticipation.
He had no idea what the "huge opportunity" actually was—higher-ups in the capital had simply given him one strict instruction: deliver the letter, say the exact line about growing beyond his current level, and wait for Xinxuan's decision.
If Xinxuan agreed to come with him, the ambassador had been promised a swift promotion—perhaps even to a higher diplomatic post back home.
He had been waiting for nearly an hour now, ears straining for any sound from inside the room.
Finally, the door opened.
Xinxuan stepped out, face flushed with excitement, eyes bright and determined.
The ambassador straightened immediately.
Before he could speak, Xinxuan spoke first, voice firm and eager.
"I agree. Let's go. Take me with you. And also take my family."
The ambassador's heart leaped.
A wide, genuine smile spread across his face—the first real one he had worn in hours.
"Yes, sir. Follow me. My subordinates will collect your family along the way. For now, please come with us."
He quickly pulled out his phone, dialed a secure number, and spoke in low, urgent tones.
Within minutes, a team of Indian officers—discreet, professional, and already positioned nearby—moved into action.
They escorted Xinxuan through a hidden service corridor of the hotel, avoiding all public eyes and cameras.
Outside, a blacked-out vehicle waited.
The drive was short and silent, leading to a private airstrip on the city's outskirts.
A sleek, unmarked private airplane sat ready on the tarmac, engines already warming.
As Xinxuan boarded, he saw his parents waiting inside—faces confused, worried, but relieved to see him safe.
They had been quietly picked up from their home under the pretense of an urgent family matter.
Xinxuan sat beside them, took their hands, and explained in a low, steady voice.
"I've received a huge opportunity—something that could change everything for us. I can't miss it. I promise, I'll repay every favor the Xing Nation has given me. But I have to go now."
His mother's eyes filled with emotions, but she nodded, trusting her son's judgment.
His father squeezed his shoulder tightly.
The plane's doors sealed.
Engines roared.
And the aircraft lifted off into the night sky, carrying Xinxuan toward India.
Meanwhile, in the Xing Nation capital, inside the official residence of the leader Chao Shi, a tense video call was underway between him and Indian Prime Minister Mordan.
Chao Shi's face was flushed with barely contained rage as he shouted across the screen, his voice echoing off the ornate walls of the room.
"Mordan, why are you eyeing our Xinxuan? You know exactly how important he is to our country—so why are you trying to take him? How dare you?"