Han Ruyan walked away from the docking area and took a different path through the inner fortress.
The deeper he went, the quieter it became.
Soon, he stopped in front of a massive alloy door carved with the ancient emblem of the Winged Serpent clan. The door slid open with a soft mechanical sound.
Inside was a luxurious office.
The space was vast and cold, built from black stone and rare metals. At the center sat an old man behind a wide desk. His hair was streaked with gray, his back straight, his presence heavy.
The air around him was darker and suppressed.
This was Han Qiaone, the Clan Master of the Winged Serpent clan.
A terrifying aura radiated from his body, filling the entire room.
The moment Han Ruyan stepped inside, his own aura suddenly surged in response. A proud, smug smile appeared on his face. He walked forward confidently, then bowed slightly.
"Father," he said loudly, unable to hide his excitement.
"I am going to marry. I have brought a female for myself."
