Zhu Ziyan walked out of the grand administrative office, her steps slow and measured.
Her brows were furrowed into deep lines of concentration, and her right hand was raised, her thumb and index finger lightly pinching her chin as she remained utterly immersed in deep, analytical thought.
The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind her, muting the bustling sounds of the League's internal staff, but she barely noticed.
If an outsider were to see her troubled expression, they might have assumed that the high-stakes negotiation inside had ended in a disaster.
But that wasn't the case at all. No, the contract proceedings had actually gone well—extremely well, in fact.
The terms laid out by the League Champion and Qiao Yi were far more generous than anything she had dared to hope for when she first arrived in the academy.
The Pocket-Beast League was pulling out all the stops for her development.
