The pavilion grew quiet again.
Zhao Qingwei kept her head lowered until her father left. Only then did she let out a soft breath and raise her eyes to Xu Wuyi.
"I'm sorry," she said in a low voice. "I should have been the one to tell you about this directly. But Father insisted on meeting you himself to show the gravity of the situation."
"It's no bother," Xu Wuyi said with a smile. "It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. Besides, I'm not losing out on this deal; I've even gained a Grandmaster for an uncle."
Zhao Qingwei couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. She was silent for a long moment before speaking again. "I heard you've already started taking on Federation missions."
"Yes, Dean He helped me file a special application for the permissions."
Zhao Qingwei nodded. "I'm sure you've already noticed. At this stage, it's not that difficult to earn resources with the merit points you get from Federation missions."
