Wan Quan kept reviewing the two files—the data was unnaturally flawless. Shan Jue's grasp of rules had surpassed mere application, striking at their core weaknesses; Qian Hui's proposal, within its cold rationality, concealed the wisdom to ensure the system's enduring sustainability. He rubbed his temples and connected to the dormant consciousness of Pan Gu: "Father, I have found suitable candidates. Let us go and receive them."
