In the early morning, sunlight filtered through the city's towering skyscrapers, illuminating busy streets and office buildings, bringing a touch of vitality to the reinforced concrete metropolis. Chen Haotian sat by his office window, holding a cup of warm coffee, his gaze fixed on the street scene outside. Everything out there seemed unchanged; the heavy traffic and hurrying citizens seemed to have nothing to do with the immense pressure he currently bore.
Yet he knew he had entered a massive game of chess. He was merely a piece on the board, and the forces truly controlling everything had long since laid out countless plans in secret. The situation with the Qingyun Society, the threat from Huo Yu, the shadow of Wuji Hall—all of this made him feel immense pressure.
"Haotian, how is the situation lately?" At that moment, the ringing of a telephone broke his reverie. He answered the call and heard a familiar voice on the other end.
Chapter 27