In the following days, Yun Qi traveled around, helping the ancient fallen soldiers find peace, purifying the vicious energy that had accumulated over thousands of years.
Three days later, the exclusive plane of the 49th Bureau flew them to the Capital City.
In the large meeting room of the 49th Bureau, Hu Ju wore a heavy expression, and his fair, slender fingers impatiently tried to stand a pen upright on the table, but repeatedly failed.
The leaders of the various clans were arguing and disputing over trivial matters, as usual.
Yun Qi sat next to Hu Ju. The chair was too high for her, so her two little legs dangled in the air. The meeting table designed for adults was too high for her, and most of her body was hidden by the table, only a small, round head visible. Her two little hands clutched the table edge, and her eyes, clear and bright like glass, blinked innocently, making her look like a forgotten doll on the chair.
