In the intensive care unit, the waves on the mental fluctuation device and heart rate monitor gradually became steady.

Taixu leaned against the hospital bed, her hands filled with needles, staring out at the night scene through the window.

After an entire night of rescue, she is currently out of life-threatening danger. After all, Taiji Hospital possesses world-class medical resources, with countless Holy Land Level Alchemists and Priests, and even Demigods stationed there. They are reputed to pull you back from the grasp of King Yan even if you are halfway through the ghost gate as long as there is still a breath left.

Of course, this does not mean she is fine.

Because the problem she faces is not something that can be solved with medical treatment.

After regaining consciousness, she first called her three students together for a brief meeting.

The decisions that truly determine the fate of humanity are often not all that grand.

On the contrary, they might casually settle them with just a few words in a deserted place.

Because their discussions do not require involvement from outsiders.

And many people in this world are unaware that their opinions do not matter.

Just like some people cannot understand how the relationship between the President and the King of Qing can remain peaceable despite being at each other's throats, even being able to share a laugh over tea.

This is because individuals of their level have long put aside personal feelings when it comes to major matters.

Some also do not understand why the President allows internal strife within the Ether Association, leading to organizational decay.

This is because every organization must go through decay and rebirth, and the President does not have much time left. She would not waste her limited life on trifles.

Instead, she chooses to delve deeply into Heavenly Personification, pioneering new paths.

Regarding the attitude toward The Order of the Hidden, many people think the leaders are inactive.

But in reality, the war has never ceased.

"They have all left."

She asked indifferently, "Stop pretending to be mute."

In the silence, Taixu's gentle voice spoke, "Half an hour ago, Qilin had logged into an account in Ying Province Yokohama but I intercepted it in time. I suppose he has just awakened and is unaware of what has happened."

The shadow of a black lace maid was conjured, with a kind and gentle smile.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive indeed."

Taixu displayed a sense of relief, a trace of comfort flickering in her once imposing eyes.

This was the first time Taixu had seen her with such an expression.

This woman, whose heart seemed as hard as steel, could also show emotion.

"Do we need to dispatch a task force to Ying Province for rescue?"

Taixu asked with a smile, "The Orochi Society in Ying Province are our allies, but they have been unreliable recently."

Taixu quietly shook her head after a moment of silence, "The Orochi Society is not trustworthy. The You Ying Group has most likely reached a partnership with them. You can send the Night Watcher and Judgement Court in my name, but they can only act as a front. The true instigator wanting to act upon that child is The Order of the Hidden."

"The greatest secret of the first layer of the Qilin Immortal Palace is the Stairway to Immortality. That mysterious Mr. Solomon will never let go of Qilin and Skylark. This time... let the Shadows take action."

A flash of cold light appeared in her eyes, "It is indeed time to act."

Shadow.

It is a mysterious organization that is not recorded anywhere.

Just like The Order of the Hidden.

It may exist in any organization's upper or lower levels, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

"Understood."

Taixu calmly stated, "I will find a way to relay instructions to them."

Taixu responded with a light acknowledgment, "I always feel like Mr. Solomon is nearby. I don't know how much longer this old body can last, but before I die, I must drag him out, grind his bones to dust."

She gazed at the nightscape of Magic City, her thoughts suddenly drifting back fourteen years, when two former subordinates stood guard by her office door, tightly closed, their voices drifting in from outside.

"President, please let me go, whether it is for Ling'er or for the world. I suffered a mental blow early on, making it difficult to break through to the Holy Land in this lifetime. I have only a few years left, even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I must try once. Old Gu once said, Xu Fu likely has the most crucial legacy!"

"According to my many years of investigation, everything points to the depths of the Qilin Immortal Palace. Anyway, I'm nearing forty; once the curse strikes, I'm bound to die. A worthless life is not expensive, how about you allow us. I always feel that there's an untellable secret deep within the Qilin Immortal Palace, and perhaps our discovery will shock the world!"

The two men prattled at the door.

At that time, Taixu was incredibly bothered, angrily rebuking, "Presumptuous!"

She recalled clearly that the knocking on the door quieted for less than five minutes before it started again.

Time swiftly passed, and fourteen years had gone by.

Taixu could no longer hear those bothersome knocks, the useless subordinates having perished on the battlefield.

Fortunately, their sacrifice was not in vain.

The Yihua Plan was thus born, Heavenly Blood and the Summoning Technique were unearthed.

Since then, no one came to bother her anymore.

Sometimes, though, in solitude, it felt as if someone was knocking at the office door.

In her daze, she felt that those useless people would still push the door open, grinning and jesting with her.

However, all unrealistic fantasies.

No one pushed the door open, but the echoes of sighs in the ward grew louder.