Walking through the villa, Mo Ying couldn’t help but marvel at Sylvina’s wealth. She had been rich even before joining Poker, owning private villas in many countries, and this one was registered under her name.

In the villa’s living room, Mo Ying saw Wei Zhiheng. Just like when Mo Ying had arrived earlier, he was still sitting on the sofa.

“You’re leaving already?” he asked.

“I just came to say hello,” Mo Ying replied.

“Not staying to chat a bit more?” Wei Zhiheng asked.

“Ms. Sibelyna has always spoken only half the truth when it comes to fate. Talking with her is mentally exhausting. You should know that better than anyone, shouldn’t you?” Mo Ying said. As Sibelyna’s colleague, Wei Zhiheng ought to understand this best.

“Even if it’s only half, it’s still an incredibly valuable prophecy. So many people would kill to hear even a single word about their future from her and can’t get it. You really don’t care?” Wei Zhiheng leaned back into the sofa.

“She’s already told me something precious. I can’t ask for more than that,” Mo Ying answered.

“Well, alright then. So you and I have nothing to talk about?” Wei Zhiheng straightened up again.

“Talk about what? About how, the first time we met, you tried to use your ability to trick me into helping you complete a mission?” Mo Ying brought it up, leaving Wei Zhiheng momentarily at a loss for words.

Wei Zhiheng had a Deception Affinity and excelled at manipulation. Back then, he had just happened to run into Mo Ying and taken a liking to her ability.

“I was planning to pay you afterward…” Wei Zhiheng muttered quietly.

“A lie is still a lie. If you’d just been honest, you wouldn’t have had to add so much extra pay later.”

Because Wei Zhiheng hadn’t gone all out at the start, Mo Ying saw through his lie. In the end, she still helped him—just at the cost of taking more money from him.

“But we’re friends now, more or less. Go on, what do you want to ask?” Mo Ying said. If Wei Zhiheng wanted to keep her around, there had to be something he wanted to know.

“It’s not really that important. The Yan family hasn’t been very stable these past few years.”

The Yan family, descendants of the God of War, held an exalted status. However, even back in the generation of Yan Yuhuai’s parents, the family had begun facing a shortage of talent. The demigods within the family had gradually departed, with no new demigods being born. At present, only the family head remained a demigod, making the Yan family the weakest among the Three Great Families—no longer even comparable to some powerful organizations in the world.

In the latest generation, Yan Yuhuai, Yan Yining, and others were extremely talented and all had the potential to become demigods, but they were still too young.

Three years ago, a group dissatisfied with the Yan family’s current state formed a faction known as the Reformists. These people no longer fully obeyed the family head’s commands, nor did they see themselves as inseparable from the Yan family. Most of them belonged to the younger generation.

“Some elders don’t have much ability but love to meddle in family affairs and shoot down others’ ideas. It’s only natural that some people would resent that,” Mo Ying said. Of course, she knew all about this.

“Then, does this have anything to do with you?” Wei Zhiheng asked.

Of course it does. How could it not?

“I’m not even a member of the Yan family. How could it have anything to do with me?” Mo Ying replied, feigning ignorance.

“For now, that’s true,” Wei Zhiheng said meaningfully.

He probably already knows. He just wants to confirm it with me.

“Whatever you think, just don’t get in my way,” Mo Ying said as she left the villa.

“Huh? Why would I get in your way?” Wei Zhiheng shrugged. Even if the Yan family were completely wiped out, it would have nothing to do with him.

At the same time, in the Yan family’s conference room.

Yan Tianli glanced at the time, then at the empty seat, and frowned.

Just then, Yan Yuhuai arrived. He walked into the conference room and took the only empty seat.

“Yuhuai, you’re too late. With the Three Great Families’ meeting approaching, you can’t be this careless,” Yan Tianli remained silent; it was Elder Yan Shengyuan who spoke.

“I’m not late. When I came in, it was 4:59, and the scheduled time is five,” Yan Yuhuai said.

“All of us elders were already here. As a junior, you should have arrived earlier than us,” another elder, Yan Liquan, added.

Most of the people in the room showed signs of agreement.

Here we go again, Yan Yuhuai thought.

“Earlier than whom, exactly? Everyone? Then shouldn’t you have told me what time you’d all be arriving?” Yan Yuhuai smiled. “Elder Shengyuan, may I ask what time you arrived?”