Chapter 3: 003: The Woman Who Fell From the Sky [3]

Han Mohen walked out of the conference building with calm elegance. Meetings for practitioners were always held at the academy, and no one was allowed to step foot in this building without permission, or they would be repelled by a powerful barrier.

He had connected the academy to his executive office in the mundane world with a barrier, a path that only he could traverse.

Han Mohen stood calmly within the connecting passage, surrounded by a chaotic void.

"Bang!" A loud noise caused the spatial passage to tremble. Han Mohen’s hazy, calm eyes swept upward, only to see a purple figure descending from the sky!

Han Mohen narrowed his eyes slightly, standing motionless, seemingly with no intention of catching her.

The patch of purple drew closer and closer. The man cast a faint glance, and the purple figure’s descent suddenly slowed, landing steadily in front of him.

A woman—a young and beautiful woman, at that.

She had the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, with fair, delicate skin. Her attire... was an ancient long dress.

Who was she?

To be able to shatter his spatial barrier, she either possessed the ability to rival him, or a powerful force had struck her, using her body as a medium to break through his barrier.

He released a sliver of spiritual energy, but there were no other auras in the vicinity. Furthermore, he could not sense a shred of power from the woman before him, which meant the second possibility was the case.

What kind of external force could pierce his barrier without taking this person's life?

He was, quite frankly, a little curious.

The employees throughout the Moyun Group all felt that the weather today was very strange. Even though the sun was shining brightly, they felt something was deeply wrong.

They only wanted to know: was what they were seeing real?

The Chief was actually carrying someone—a woman dressed in ancient purple robes!

The Chief had always been indifferent to women; ordinary people couldn't even get within three feet of him, especially women!

Yet today, they had seen with their own eyes the Chief carrying a woman and walking openly out of the company.

Wherever Han Mohen passed, everyone dared not even breathe, fearing they might disturb him.

Once Han Mohen’s figure disappeared through the company’s main entrance, they began to discuss it boisterously, especially the receptionists.

"Quick, quick, quick, pinch me! Am I dreaming? Ow... that hurts! Why did you pinch so hard! Wait, it hurts this much! It’s not a dream! My god, the Chief really is carrying a woman!"

"Ahhh..." Screams echoed incessantly.

"Did anyone see her face just now? Did anyone?"

"No, no..." everyone replied with regret.

"My god, I really want to see who this young lady is. She must be even more charming than that daughter of the Qian family to make the Chief deign to carry her."

"Even Miss Qian can only walk two steps behind the Chief. This lady is truly an idol!"

"Agreed, agreed! With the Chief’s aura, who dares to get close to him? Anyone who can withstand such a powerful aura is definitely an expert!" A female colleague clasped her hands together, her face full of admiration.

"Tch, it’s just a woman. What’s there to be so excited about? Maybe the Chief is just playing around."

The sharp female voice that abruptly cut in made the group, who had been discussing it with such excitement, roll their eyes in unison and look over.

The woman had bright red lips, glamorous wavy hair, and wore a standard professional suit that made her chest look as if it might burst through the buttons at any moment. She was currently looking at them with disdainful eyes.