Fifteen minutes later.
The office was illuminated by the light of a projection, revealing a holographic figure. It was a woman in her thirties with slender eyebrows and brown hair coiled into a bun, giving her a mature and elegant air.
"You have ten minutes," White Bird said bluntly.
Zhou Chen gave the dean of the local Life Church a polite smile. "Dean Wang, would you mind leaving us for a moment?"
"Please, talk amongst yourselves." Dean Wang nodded and tactfully left the office.
Afterward, Zhou Chen conjured a sound-insulating Matrix that covered the entire room. Only then did he begin to explain the situation in detail.
After listening, White Bird's gaze lingered on the blue notebook in his hand. A flicker of complex emotion crossed her eyes. She remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"If you want to investigate this matter, go to Feng City. If you don't find any useful clues within three days, drop it."
