After the small turmoil settled, a disciple approached with a hurried bow.
"Master, the Fairy Pavilion Master requests an audience."
Ace raised an eyebrow. "Luna, huh? Send her—hmm, never mind."
Before the disciple could even turn, a soft laugh echoed from above.
"Good day, Master Ace," came Luna's cheerful voice as she descended gracefully from the sky, her long sleeves fluttering like wings.
Ace barely turned his head. "You may go," he said to the disciple, who immediately scurried off with a bow.
Luna landed softly, her expression playful as always. She approached with a light step.
"Master Ace, I've brought the items you requested."
"Follow me," Ace said, already turning and leading the way to his office.
Once inside, he took his seat behind the ornate desk and gestured for her to sit.
But Luna didn't sit. Instead, she gracefully pulled out several scrolls from her interspatial ring and laid them out on the table in perfect order, her movements precise and elegant.
