Li Yang filled down the registrar form—who would be a fool to not do so? They promised to deliver a consequence if he didn’t do this. Even if his situation was a little different from them, they impressed him with the organization of this Shen Society. He’d have to give this five stars if he were to compare it to a restaurant or some other service industry. It didn’t even take long for them to give him an ID.

Yes, an ID.

The man thought he had already experienced everything possible, but this experience was an opening to an entirely different world. And in this unfamiliar world, he really knew next-to-nothing. He held the card in his hand and looked up at the woman—

“If you notice the symbol written at the corner of that card, that is an illusion-rendering seal, all normal humans that pick up this card will simply see it as a normal license.” Shen An Na explained as she pointed it out.

He nodded, “I can see it, thank you. As for my situation however—” .

“Oh right, this guy has no spiritual root but still absorbs qi like its nothing.” Mou Gu shrugged.

Li Yang sighed inwardly at being cut off by the man, but went along with it. He glanced at the other expressions of the people in the room, and it was a mixture.

“Did you mean that he’s going to die soon?” The young man asked as he looked up from his couch. How the man looked at him was perhaps similar to someone who had gone through a similar ordeal far too many times.

That was to say, he didn’t like the look of that, but compared to the man still working on his desktop—it was more sympathetic. Shen An Na was quick to glance at Mou Gu, “We can’t have an important man in the tech commerce industry to die! What are the potential solutions? Isn’t this solvable by some miracle pill of some sort—”

“You already said that it’s a miracle, it must be a miracle to get it.”

“Not helpful, Zhao.” She said and rubbed her face. “When we could have used that Alchemist is the time that he’s gone.”

“I doubt that he specializes in this kind of thing.”

“We might still get a lead for a solution.” Shen An Na turned her back away from him and addressed the other people in the room. They also seem stumped about this situation as he was, which wasn’t actually a good sign to him.

The CEO glanced at his watch and took note that he was often heading back home at this hour. Li Yang wondered if only the System actually had an answer to his problem, but if that was the case— “Are there any short-term solutions to negate the effects of too much qi absorption, then?”

Surely they had something like that, at least?

Mou Gu cracked his knuckles, “I can manually try to restrict your meridians to keep you from absorbing qi in the meantime—”

“I won’t trust that guy if I were you.” The man on the couch shrugged. “I’d never let the guy lay a hand on me.”

Funnily, Li Yang would have to agree with it. Although he didn’t say that aloud.

“I happen to give good massages.” Mou Gu scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair, “All the people I’ve massaged say that I have a heavenly touch.”

Li Yang sighed aloud—or rather, it was the woman that had sighed even before he did. The banter ongoing was akin to brainstorming done in meetings, but not as helpful as they should be. Shen An Na ignored the other two and approached the man on the desk, “Do you have a better idea, Dai Song Lan?”

“The Black Market.” The man in front of his desktop didn’t even look at his supposed superior.

The man known as Zhao looked up and threw a look at them, “Wait, we are not going—”

“That was what I was afraid of.” Shen An Na rubbed her face, she finally glanced back at him. “…I’m not as familiar with this situation as I wish to be, CEO Li, so I ask for your patience. Even to this day, I’m not completely immersed in the lingo spoken by these men.”

Her choice of words were rather odd.

He would have expected someone of their position to be more prepared—even if his situation was a rare case. Li Yang stayed silent and waited for her to explain it further. The woman pursed her lips together and then finally crossed her arms, “I am not a cultivator nor did I come from a family of one, the Shen Family however acts as the link between spiritual creatures and humans, but never did so well in cultivation. Thus all of your problems with these roots… ”

“Spiritual roots.” Mou Gu waved a hand at her.

She frowned and waved a hand. “Regardless, of my lack of knowledge—I do make it up with how I manage this Society along with my brother. It simply goes to show that one does not need to be a cultivator to be part of the Veil.”

“The Veil?” Li Yang raised a brow.

Shen An Na’s lips curled into a small smile, “You haven’t seen it yet? I thought you were a cultivator—”

“He’s in the beginning stage, and very badly at that, I doubt his eyes are clear enough to see past through it.” Mou Gu shrugged and motioned to Zhao, “Even this guy still has trouble with it.”

“That’s not true!”

“I would appreciate an explanation… although the option of seeking this Black Market for my problem? What of it?” Li Yang stirred back the conversation to what he came here for. He glanced at his watch and sighed inwardly, “As much as I would love to discuss this situation I am in now, I have other responsibilities I need to take care of.”

He was still insisting on his own schedule—and though he perhaps needed more flexibility and to adjust himself accordingly. This schedule was one of the few things that he at least still had actual control over.

He still wished to keep it that way.