She looked like a seasoned vanguard warrior who belonged on a bloody battlefield rather than managing an administrative office.
She possessed striking, sun-kissed skin and an athletic, tightly toned physique shaped by years of brutal martial training.
She wore form-fitting indigo martial robes that clung tightly to her frame, prominently displaying the sharp curve of her perky, mid-sized breasts tightly wrapped beneath the durable fabric.
As the door closed, she snapped her gaze up from a ledger, her brow furrowing with deep confusion and defensive suspicion at the sight of the unfamiliar, dark-robed figure standing in her private quarters.
Her hand instinctively drifted toward the hilt of the heavy saber resting against the side of her desk.
Shen Yu looked at her guarded posture, a low, amused smile playing on his lips.
He raised his hand, pulling back his deep hood, and let his disguised aura melt away.
