Chapter 221: Evaluation

However, contrary to Xi Lian's expectations, Na Ke Xia did not immediately ignore or rebuke the "boring" question.

He actually paused to ponder for a moment, and a serious expression of recollection appeared on his face.

"Looks… the highest?"

Na Ke Xia repeated it, seeming to choose his words: "If we consider only appearance, temperament, and the 'radiance' emitted by one's very existence, this is a multidimensional assessment, not a simple ranking."

Xi Lian widened his eyes slightly, a little unable to believe that Na Ke Xia would truly consider the issue.

"Feng Jin, the physician of the dimly lit courtyard. She has pink twin‑braided curls, a warm smile, an optimistic personality, and excels at healing body and mind. Her 'beauty' lies in a vitality‑filled affinity and inclusiveness, like a faint glow in an endless night, able to dilute heaviness and bring hope."

He first evaluated his teaching assistant.

"XiaDie, Ao He Ma's 'coffin maker,' daughter of the Underworld River. Her temperament is serene and profound. Her 'beauty' accompanies the theme of 'death,' bearing an illusory, fragile yet solemn mystique, like night blossoms under moonlight."

Next came the companion who listens to the voices of the dead.

"A Ge Lai Ya, the leader of the Golden Descendant, Ao He Ma's 'golden weave.' Golden hair, blue‑green eyes, opulent attire, and a demeanor that combines elegance with a divine‑like aloofness and authority. Although I personally hold reservations about some of her methods, objectively her appearance and bearing are indeed recognized as 'the first' within Ao He Ma City, symbolizing an ultimate 'beauty' of the 'romantic' divine right."

He mentioned that leader who weaves fate with golden threads, his assessment being… objective yet discerning.

"Sai Fei Er, the swift thief‑star, a demigod of the Titan of Schemes. Silver hair, cat ears, agile movements, a mischievous and unrestrained personality. Her 'beauty' leans toward a wild, lively, and untamed quality, like an elusive meteor or a cunning cat, possessing its own charm within the realms of 'schemes' and 'freedom.'"

He even did not forget the cat girl who had just tormented him with 'Cognitive Influence.'

....... (Ti Bao, Xi Lian)

Finally, he concluded: "As for HaiSeYin, Ke Lv De La, and the like, my exposure is limited, lacking sufficient samples for a fair assessment. Moreover, the value of 'beauty' lies not only in appearance but also in the beliefs, abilities, and contributions it carries to the world. Therefore, any ranking based on a single dimension is inevitably biased."

The discourse was logically clear and the commentary spot‑on, worthy of being called a brief academic report.

Xi Lian listened in stunned silence, never expecting that the usually stern and rigid person, in private… observes quite meticulously?

Although Ailixiya's eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, the slight parting of her lips and the degree of her forward lean showed she was listening with great interest, perhaps even taking silent notes.

She nodded contentedly: "Mm‑mm! Very detailed! It seems Mr. Na Ke Xia observes quite carefully! Indeed, beautiful things are always worth remembering and savoring~?"

Seeing the conversation about to drift into a strange direction, Na Ke Xia timely halted it.

"Let's end the idle chat here."

He resumed his usual composed tone: "Xi Lian told me you intend to assist Heimu in the subsequent liberation of the Golden Descendant?"

Getting to business, Ailixiya also toned down her overly jumpy thoughts, though her posture remained relaxed: "Yes~ I heard Black Curtain Lady say those children are still confined in a very sad place. As a helpful and loving hero, we are certainly willing to help! However…"

She spread her hands, the Pink Sunglasses turning toward Kevin and Wei Er Wei: "Black Curtain Lady seemed to mention that we 'interdimensional visitors' might encounter some… um, 'Rule' conflicts when directly approaching Golden Descendants in a special JinGuState, or perhaps our very forms of existence and nature of power need to undergo a certain 'Fate Simulation' adjustment before we can safely and effectively carry out 'Persuasion' work?"

The previously silent Kevin finally nodded.

Wei Er Wei finally switched out of 'cool mode,' snapped her fingers, and the sunglasses flashed a beam: "Exactly! Fate Simulation! It sounds like a grand role‑playing stage play that requires meticulous planning and extraordinary acting! I'm very interested! However, the specific simulation methods, risks, and what 'character settings' and 'skill scripts' we can obtain still need further technical discussion."

Na Ke Xia gave a slight nod; this was indeed one of the core purposes of his trip.

"Regarding 'Fate Simulation,' the information I have also comes from Heimu's brief briefing. It appears to be based on a fundamental cosmic rule called 'Star God' and 'Fate.' It temporarily adjusts your Data Body to simulate traits that match a specific 'Fate,' thereby better confronting the Golden Descendant's JinGuState."

He looked at Wei Er Wei: "The specific details may require you to communicate directly with Heimu's system."

Ailixiya's smile seemed even brighter: "That sounds very challenging! To rescue our beautiful companions, AiLi will definitely give her all!"

Kevin still remained silent, but the corner of his mouth under the sunglasses twitched ever so slightly, uncertain whether in agreement or finding the discussion overly childish.

Perspective shift.

The Ten Kings Office Judge Han Ya's office door was shoved open with a "clang," the door panel's thud against the wall breaking the previously needle‑sharp silence inside.

Han Ya's hand, which was reviewing documents, paused briefly, the vermilion‑ink pen tip hovering mid‑air, a drop of ink about to fall.

She lifted her head, her cool gaze turning toward the doorway.

Huo Huo stood there, still wearing the oversized black sunglasses that covered most of her face, her Judge uniform of the Ten Kings Office slightly disheveled, the hem still dusted with un‑brushed grime.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she had hurried back, yet she stood perfectly upright, the teal Tail behind her flicking restlessly in small motions, exuding a strong, forced aura.

Before Han Ya could speak, Huo Huo strode to the desk, pulled a slightly crumpled folded paper from her bosom, didn't even glance at it, and with a "slap" placed it atop the stack of pending documents before Han Ya.

"Task completed!"

Huo Huo's voice came through the sunglasses, muffled yet unusually crisp, even with a hint of impatience: "The abandoned old house, anomaly, has been fully investigated; it's the remnants of the Medicine King Secret Transmission causing mischief. The people have been captured and tied up in the house. This is the report!"

She spoke at a rapid pace, as if fearing interruption, finishing in one breath, then inhaled deeply and announced with all her might:

"So! I resign! Now! Immediately! Right away!"

The final word spoken, she didn't wait for any reaction from Han Ya—whether to read the report, ask questions, or stay silent—simply made a swift turn, stepped forward, and walked out the door without looking back, her footsteps echoing "thud‑thud" through the spacious corridor as she vanished.

The office door, due to inertia, continued to sway gently.

Han Ya set down the vermilion‑ink pen, her gaze first landing on the crumpled report paper slapped atop the document pile.

She didn't immediately retrieve it, but quietly stared toward the doorway, as if she could still see that petite yet oddly "stormy" silhouette.

After several seconds, she slowly extended her hand, pinching the paper with two fingers and unfolded it.