"So it's settled then, remember to bring Ores with you next time, Tilan." Evelyn stood in place, waving goodbye to Tilan.

"I will, goodbye, senior." Tilan also waved her hand, then turned and left.

...

The silver-white shuttlecraft slowly flew at the top of the cloud layer, threads of airflow dispersing the wings, leaving a slender trail in the high sky.

Inside the shuttlecraft's hall, members wearing white robes stood around the central ritual magic circle. On the back of their white-based robes was a black Jiao Yang, the sun emitting flames like wings, evoking a sense of despair and sacrifice.

At this moment, the array vaguely displayed two figures. Those slightly familiar would quickly recognize them as the Federation's two top songstresses.

Unbeknownst to Tilan and Evelyn, their conversation had been overheard by outsiders, with a method so unique that even the Court of Judgment and the Federal Official were unaware of it.

"The two stars must not meet. The Dark Star and the Pure White Star converging will inevitably bring unpredictable crises." A blindfolded woman kneeling in front of the ritual magic circle murmured softly.

"The meaning of wingspan is that Hexia Tilan must not remain in the Central Star Domain." A High Rank member standing nearby commanded.

"We understand." Then, a small flying device left the shuttlecraft, delivering this message to some unknown distant place.

Half a month later, multiple alarming reports came from the 'Jade Dragon' production base in the Southern Star Region, including sabotage, espionage activities, sudden disappearances, and other incidents. In addition, rumors spread in parts of the Star Region, claiming that the 'Jade Dragon' production base had damaged the local environment, and employees bullied local residents, among other allegations.

In the Central Star Domain, large-scale protests erupted, accusing the 'Jade Dragon' organization of violating the constitution, and suggesting that songstress Hexia Tilan had significant intentions of splitting the Federation. They demanded that the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral strip her of her songstress status and that the Court of Judgment thoroughly investigate Hexia Tilan's activities on the Lost Planet. She might be involved in harboring the newborn races of the Fifth Season Origin, aiming to become the ruling 'Black Sun.'

Hexia was forced to divert her attention to deal with the various messages and intelligence reports, and she decided to return to the Southern Star Region in a month to stabilize the situation.

...

In the room of the Underwater Mansion, two people sat opposite each other, with a freshly served employee meal steaming in front of them.

"Your daughter has returned. Throughout this long period, you've been able to refrain from even glancing at her, you really are heartless." Prince stirred the lunch box in front of him with a spoon.

"It's not possible to see her. You don't know how strong a songstress's intuition is. If I went, she'd definitely notice, and it would be awkward then." The man opposite took one bite after another, then gulped down chilled wine.

"Indeed, very awkward. If she found out you harbored murderous intent, you wouldn't even know what to say, right?" Prince knew the other's character well.

"I promised Yongrong to take care of Tilan." The man sighed, saying just that.

"If Tilan were an ordinary girl, I could fulfill this promise well."

"But unfortunately, she isn't. Like Temisia, one day she will break out from that small Underground City and appear before everyone."

"Even if I want to hide her, it's impossible for her appearance or talent to be mediocre, and if I stay, it will also bring many problems."

"My presence is the biggest flaw. As a songstress, the people around her will undoubtedly be under scrutiny, and once I'm exposed, Tilan's identity will soon be guessed, and the organization's members will come after her."

"But now, the organization has also noticed her and started suspecting that she is the one from the prophecy." Prince ate, occasionally sipping some red wine.

"I've been with you since you resumed for more than a year now, and I have some understanding of the situation."

"Based on my observations, the organization's goal is not to rule the world. Their existence is to ensure the world progresses step by step according to the prophecy's direction." Prince put down his spoon.

"If any accidents happen along the way, they will try their best to steer the deviated path back to the original one."

"Indeed." The man put down his chopsticks.

"In the prophecy, Tilan represents the final despair. The darkness she unleashes will devour entire human civilization."

"Isn't this what you've always wanted, for the rotten world to be destroyed?" Prince mocked.

"But I've changed." The man took a deep breath.

"Ha, that's the soft spot that comes with having a wife and child." Prince chuckled, placing the finished lunch spoon aside.

"Destiny... it's such an incredible and ironic word, turning a ruthless and decisive person into someone so hesitant and regretful."

"Be honest with me. During the time you spent with your family, didn't you often feel ashamed and guilty because you hid so many things?" Prince saw the root of the man's vulnerability.

"If you had told Gu Yongrong earlier, and about the two daughters, many things might have been avoided. You've always been regretting, haven't you?"

"But at that time, you definitely wouldn't have said anything, because admitting it would mean the marriage was a complete sham, and you only needed Gu Yongrong to give birth to that special life for you. One mistake led to another, and by then, it was too late to change anything. Eventually, all you could do was escape and numb yourself with the purpose of finding the truth, leaving Tilan alone at home." Prince's words were like daggers, piercing through the other's facade.