He both made things convenient and brought food, obviously hoping Wen Yan would give a blessing.
But, of course, he couldn't just bring up classified information and say, "I know you command Scorching Sun and can bless all sorts of things—can you give our detention center a boost?"
He hadn't expected Wen Yan to be so tactful, getting things done without saying a word about it.
That's why, when Wen Yan reached out to touch the building, he understood what was happening, sensing the Yang Energy spreading like a faint glow quickly covering the entire structure—though he gladly pretended otherwise.
Back in the command center, looking at the readings on the detection equipment, the index was a whole level higher than the usual peak—still inching up as the sun kept rising—he finally exhaled in relief.
He had high clearance here, good benefits, even his family's benefits were generous, but the pressure was enormous; one mistake, and he'd lose everything.
