Shen Yu arrived outside the open window of Bai Ruolan's room, fluidly vaulting inside without making a single sound.
He didn't reveal his presence immediately, instead, he remained completely cloaked within the Phantom Step technique, leaning casually against the stone wall to silently observe her from the shadows.
Bai Ruolan was sitting at her sprawling oak desk, meticulously reviewing a thick stack of market reports.
Though her spine was perfectly straight, retaining the proud, disciplined posture of a dedicated alchemist, her slumped shoulders gave away a deep, bone-deep exhaustion.
And well she should be.
She had spent the entire past week locked inside this hot workshop, pushing her limits to refine and improve the Union's pill recipes to counter the Cao Clan's sudden monopoly.
Ultimately, her genius had triumphed, securing that legendary ninety-eight percent purity.
Shen Yu watched her silently.
