Outside the window, the cold wind whipped snowflakes against the glass.
Inside, the air conditioner blew warm air, melting the snowflakes on Li Yahong's shoulders.
Li Yahong narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. "Have you... been using skincare products lately?"
"Huh?" Wu Heng instinctively touched his face. "I don't use that stuff."
But he immediately realized it was because he had absorbed the Elf Race genes yesterday.
He and Li Yahong had not seen each other for a while, so she spotted the change at a glance.
"Your skin is unbelievably good, and your temperament seems different too." Li Yahong raised an eyebrow. "What, being far away from us made your skin better?"
"Born beautiful!" Wu Heng joked with a grin.
"Bullshit!" Li Yahong laughed and cursed, then turned to the skeleton standing quietly nearby. "Does it meet the standards you mentioned?"
Li Yahong did not know much about it, but she knew Wu Heng wanted this skeleton to reach a certain level.
"It meets them. I'll keep this skeleton, and arrange for the other one as well." Wu Heng waved toward the outside. "Come in."
The second Pope skeleton walked in, also dressed in a long robe, standing straight at the side.
"You'll leave with her. She'll arrange a place for you to improve, and you'll follow her orders as well." After instructing the skeleton, Wu Heng looked at Li Yahong again. "His name is Corn Sword Saint No. 2. Just call him by his name from now on."
"What kind of name is that?" Li Yahong frowned.
"Corn Sword Saint No. 2. Xiaoxiao came up with it," Wu Heng repeated.
"Uh... that does fit Xiaoxiao's way of thinking." Li Yahong wore an expression that said she had guessed as much.
As they spoke, Xiaoxiao flew back as well