"Miss Robin, Lord Sunday requests your presence after the closing speech."
"Understood." After parting ways with Yun Fan, Robin returned to Clockie Studios Theme Park with her attendants. As the lead singer, she needed to make a brief reappearance after all the performances to deliver the closing remarks.
This was also a subtle way to keep the guests lingering a little longer. With Robin present, they were more than willing to stay for a while.
Standing on the stage once more, she gazed at the sea of people below and smiled softly. In an instant, that sweet smile was broadcast across countless light-years through the screens, reaching every corner of the galaxy's interstellar civilizations. Fans who couldn't attend the concert in person could still share in this joy and happiness in real time.
Her eyes flickered briefly to the spot where Yun Fan had been sitting earlier, only to find it empty. The girl let out a small sigh of relief.
"Dear guests, thank you for attending today's 'Garden of Azure Birds' concert. May Xipe's gaze forever—"
Though it was a standard speech, the audience's enthusiasm remained undimmed. Among them, Robin's fans made up at least 70-80% of the crowd. Hearing their idol speak was more than enough for them.
As the concert came to an end, Clockie Studios Theme Park fell into silence once more, leaving only a few Dreamweavers to clean up the messy aftermath. Fortunately, since this was the Dreamscape, clearing away the debris was relatively effortless.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Come in."
Gazing at the nightscape outside the window—the bustling streets and flowing traffic—Sunday stood with one hand behind his back, his eyes deep and unreadable, lost in thought.
"Brother."
Robin pushed the door open gently and called out timidly. However, her usually gentle and considerate older brother didn't respond to his dear sister's voice. It was as if he hadn't heard her at all, still absorbed in the cityscape beyond the window.
Robin's heart skipped a beat. She knew this scene all too well. Though her brother was usually kind and approachable, when he fell silent like this, it meant he was truly angry—and not the kind that was easy to resolve.
"Robin."
"I'm here!"
After a tense pause, Sunday finally spoke. But this time, he didn't address her as "little sister." Instead, he called her by her name directly.
"Brother, I was wrong."
Robin surrendered instantly.
"Wrong? No, you weren't wrong. The mistake lies with me—your brother, who failed to protect you. It's my lack of ability that forced my sister to worry for my sake..."
Sunday's words grew increasingly exaggerated, dragging in even their long-departed grandparents whom they'd never met. Did the Sky-Faring Clan's family tree even include such figures?
"Little sister, you are the pride of our family—and my pride as well. Can you promise me that from now on, you won't put yourself in danger again?"
Sunday smiled warmly as he looked at Robin. Though phrased as a question, his tone left no room for doubt.
"Yes, Brother..."
Robin lowered her head, appearing to yield, but inwardly, she sighed in relief. Once things reached this point, her brother wouldn't lecture her any further.
"Good. That's my dear sister." Sunday stroked Robin's hair and nodded in satisfaction.
"However, since you've already met that dangerous individual, you must have learned something about him."
"A few days ago at the Reverie Hotel, during a conflict, he killed a member of the Bloodhound Family. But according to the reports from the scene, it seems the Bloodhound member took a liking to his maid, provoked him, and was killed in self-defense when he tried to act on it."
Maid? Robin's mind latched onto that word, and countless thoughts raced through her head.
During their earlier conversation, Yun Fan hadn't hidden much. He had openly revealed his alias—his identity as an Emanator of the Path of Causality.
After their talk, Yun Fan—now bearing the title of Emanator—asked for Robin's contact information and invited her to be his tour guide. According to him, he wanted to enjoy Penacony to the fullest.
Robin had initially refused, but when he added, "Without a local to guide me, I might get lost or end up in another conflict with someone," she gritted her teeth and agreed.
The threat was laid bare. If she refused, the scene from that day—where the Dreamscape nearly collapsed—might very well repeat itself.
In Robin's original understanding, Emanators of that caliber were usually ascetic, wholly devoted to their Path.
Take Herta, Emanatorof Erudition, for example—over 200 years old and still alone.
Or Destruction's Emanator, one of the Seven Emanators of Nanook—Celenova, whose mind was consumed by destruction. For an Emanator of Destruction, love likely only meant annihilation.
Then there was Diamond, Emanator of Preservation, who dedicated himself entirely to the Interastral Peace Corporation and the Amber Lord. Expecting him to settle down would be like waiting for an iron tree to bloom.
So, Robin had initially thought Yun Fan was just teasing her. How could an Emanator -level figure be interested in worldly affairs?
But after hearing Sunday's words, her heart began to pound. Now that she thought about it… could he actually be after her?
Since her head was lowered, Sunday didn't notice the shifting expressions on her face and continued speaking.
"First, the deceased Bloodhound Family member brought shame upon the family. Second, some within the family prefer not to antagonize an unknown powerhouse. Thus, the matter was suppressed."
"So, my sister, stay away from that dangerous man. I don't want you caught up in an unpredictable conflict."