After entering the room, Jing Shifei sat by the window, her ink-like black hair and snow-like robes making her seem like a portrait, with the faint semblance of black and white energy undulating around the neck of the garment.
Song Cheng could feel the vitality of this torso.
With every increase in Realm, longevity would be extended, imparting youthful vigor to an otherwise aging body...
The losers would be buried in the dirt, becoming skeletons; only those who succeeded could maintain their beauty while ceaselessly climbing higher.
"Song, what urgent matter brings you?" Jing Shifei asked first.
Song Cheng organized his thoughts and began to relay the suggestions he had gotten from "Sister An and Hua."
He would not hide anything or play coy with an ally.
Because hiding a bit of secret for some inexplicable reason, thinking "it should be fine," and then causing serious consequences... such events were not uncommon.