Inner City, Wang Family Estate.
Inside the central, largest black fortress, within the highest circular hall.
Han Xiaoyue gracefully walked in, her gaze falling upon the Wang Family Ancestor, who was levitating cross-legged in cultivation.
"Little Wang, I need you to collect images of the most beautiful women in the area. Have portraits made using the artifact and sent to my residence. Thank you."
"...Ah, Senior, the most beautiful? What standard should I use? Everyone has their own subjective criteria, and their perception of beauty differs." The Wang Family Ancestor, in the middle of his cultivation, felt his heart skip a beat at the request. He quickly landed, stood firm, and looked at Han Xiaoyue tentatively.
