Qingyi strolled into Tianjin's office, his gaze landing on the man behind the large desk.
Settled into a comfortable armchair, Tianjin was working through routine administrative matters, reviewing documents and signing them one after another.
Normally, the guards stationed outside would have stopped anyone who tried to walk in like that. The only exception was someone with truly urgent business.
Not even the Celestial Emperors of the Alliance were exempt from that rule.
Of course, Qingyi was Tianjin's son-in-law, and within the Alliance he received the same treatment as Qianyao.
He didn't need scheduled meetings. The guards simply bowed their heads as he passed.
The moment he stepped through the door, Tianjin lifted his eyes from his papers.
"Greetings, Father-in-law." Qingyi smiled, cupping his fists in front of his chest and bowing in a formal salute.
Tianjin set his pen down and rose from his chair, striding around the desk.
