The luxurious and dignified office compartment spanned nearly a thousand square meters, adorned with exotic flowers and plants, with both sides hung with exquisite paintings depicting cosmic landscapes. Such extravagance was unimaginable in the Spark-Heritage City, where every inch of space was precious.
At the very least, none of the Chenriver Empire’s group had ever seen such a place with their own eyes, let alone experienced it firsthand.
They were simply ordinary cultivation talents, nothing special. Even if they possessed some distinction, it meant little in Spark-Heritage City.
The translucent door at the entrance was left slightly ajar; no one dared to peek or eavesdrop.
A quiet stillness permeated the office; no one spoke idly or engaged in casual discourse.
Amidst such surroundings, the group from the Chenriver Empire were all on edge, silent as cicadas in winter. When they heard Andrew Han’s calm, indifferent voice, none dared to protest or even think twice; the three Pink-Skin Human cultivation talents obediently withdrew.
Watching their three companions leave, the remaining ones became even more respectful, uneasy, and tense, unable to guess what instructions this Primordial Highness would give.
Because the matter was urgent, the office leadership followed Andrew Han’s instructions and summoned everyone, but did not specify that Andrew was from the Chenriver Empire, lest any mishap occur.
After all, caution never hurts.
Thus, the Chenriver Empire group was left utterly puzzled, yet unable to voice their questions.
Even the Hengsha Star Gate was already out of reach—let alone a Primordial Star Gate Highness.
The white-horned youth at the front secretly speculated, when suddenly a flash of insight struck his mind like thunder, piercing the depths of his star spirit. His horn stopped moving, and the starlight breath ceased: "Pink-Skin Humans... How does this Highness know the term Pink-Skin Humans? Could this Primordial Highness be connected to our Chenriver Empire?"
Hiss!
The white-horned youth’s heart was shaken, like waves crashing and rolling within.
Yet, that was the limit of what he could imagine. The others were much the same, and the atmosphere in the compartment became strangely tense. If the Primordial Highness did not speak, who would dare to speak first?
"No need to be so nervous, everyone."
Andrew Han, seated on a black chair, brushed the shoulder of his casual home shirt and stood up with a gentle laugh: "I am from Chenriver Palace of the Chenriver Empire. At the request of the current Emperor Zhen Gu, I have come to see how you all are faring."
What!?
Chenriver Empire, Chenriver Palace!?
The remaining fifteen people, including the white-horned youth, all raised their heads in astonishment, utterly dumbfounded.
Everyone was nearly incapable of speech or thought, as if a million-foot tsunami had crashed over them, leaving their minds blank. Their bodies trembled inside and out, shocked and thrilled to the extreme.
"It seems your situation is just so-so." Andrew Han rubbed his fingertips, sparks scattering like rain across the starry sky.
Everyone’s lips were trembling. None could utter a word.
At this moment, emotions erupted like a volcano—boiling, spreading, burning—drowning out all thoughts, doubts, joy, shock, and even the sounds and colors of the outside world.
It was well known: from ancient times to now, the Chenriver Empire—confined to a small part of the galaxy—had never produced even a single Hengsha-level Genius. Yet now, a genuine Primordial Highness had summoned them, stood before them, and personally declared he was from Chenriver Palace of the Chenriver Empire.
Their emotions burned; their gazes boiled with excitement!
"Y-Your Highness..." The white-horned youth’s horn began to turn back and forth, his voice trembling: "Are you truly from the Chenriver Empire?"
As soon as he finished speaking—
Victor Wu, the steward standing beside Andrew Han, stepped forward half a pace, eyes wide: "Insolence! How dare you question His Highness!"
Peak Void Rift pressure erupted instantly.
A violent wind swept through the compartment, turbulent currents stirring everything—this was the steward’s duty. In an instant, everyone struggled to remain standing, swaying as if about to fall.
Gulp.
"Peak Void Rift... Primordial Steward!"
Led by the white-horned youth, all were shocked and pale, swallowing nervously in unison.
"No need for that," Andrew Han waved his hand, signaling Victor Wu to step back. With hands clasped behind his back, he looked over each Chenriver Empire cultivation talent in turn, smiling and nodding as he spoke: "You need not be nervous. I was nurtured by Chenriver Palace, and my stellar nationality is registered under the Chenriver Empire. According to the Spark-Heritage Zone’s Same-Nation Mutual Aid Statute, I will use my permissions to provide you with sufficient cultivation resources and opportunities."
As long as resources were sufficient and they gradually grew stronger, they could establish themselves in Spark-Heritage City.
It was like facing a pile of kindling—Andrew would only provide the spark. Whether the flame could spread depended on their own aptitude, determination, and cultivation attitude.
Anything beyond that, Andrew could not give.
Nor would the Spark-Heritage Zone allow it.
"Remember this." Andrew Han’s eyes flashed gold-red, a sharp light sweeping across their varied faces: "By virtue of the Same-Nation Mutual Aid Statute, you have this opportunity. Resources are abundant, chances are many, and no outsiders can seize them. How you grasp it is entirely up to you."