At this moment, a rare trace of unease appeared on Sakura Yixue's delicate, fair face.
She wore black stockings, her graceful figure wrapped in a tight work uniform, outlining her good curves, and she paced back and forth in the executive office, her feet stepping on red high heels.
She seemed somewhat anxious, even occasionally tapping her heel on the floor, making a thumping sound.
Clearly, this woman was genuinely worried.
At this time, the door opened, and Sakura Yixue suddenly turned her head.
When she saw Zheng Yi appear at the doorway, instantly, an inexplicable strong confidence rose within her heart, and the restless emotions instantly calmed down, and she felt much more at ease.
As the true creator of the Soul Hall and the guiding force behind the belief in the Lord of Tai Mountain Prefect, in everyone's mind, even including those high-level executives of the Soul Hall's Supreme Management Committee, Zheng Yi was like a Stabilizing Needle.
