Star-Weaver Mu Lan stepped up to the edge of the obsidian dais.
She reached into her embroidered silk case and pulled out her Supreme Truth-Seeing Spectacles.
The crystal lenses had been crafted by Master Lu Jian weeks earlier during the exchange buyout and infused with ten thousand clarity runes.
When Mu Lan placed them over her ears, the crystal frames hummed softly, adjusting their focus to pierce the smoky-purple haze surrounding the monolith.
“Chairman Lin,” Mu Lan whispered, her breath trembling slightly. “The encryption surrounding this monolith is beyond anything created in the mortal or immortal realms. It is woven from pure cosmic destiny threads. It would take a super-cluster of quantum spirit-abacuses ten thousand years just to crack the first cipher layer.”
Shen Qiaoqiao stood beside her, her silver pen poised over a blank legal ledger.
“We don’t have ten thousand years,” Shen Qiaoqiao said, her voice sharp and resolute. “If the parent bank in the Thirty-Three Heavens notices a disruption in their Milky-Way remittances, they will wipe this ledger remotely to destroy the evidence.”
Su Wan stepped forward, placing her hand on the cold obsidian base.
