Under normal circumstances, after the Super Soldier Company finished training, they would first disperse to deal with personal matters—like Su Xiaoli said, go wash themselves clean—then regroup to review their performance on the previous battlefield.
But today, having received a summons from Hua Zhen, the master of Tiangong, they temporarily postponed the process of dealing with personal matters.
"I think we should take a shower first. Going to meet an Ancient God while we're all sweaty and smelly feels really disrespectful."
In the corridor leading to the Rest Area, Su Xiaoli leaned close to Qiangwei and Qi Lin and spoke in a low voice. For someone who always cared about her image and was excessively fond of cleanliness, the sticky sensation all over her body was simply unbearable.
Besides, this was her first time meeting that Ancient God. Although the black skintight outfit she wore showed off her graceful, alluring figure, it still felt somewhat improper.
According to Su Xiaoli's carefully calculated little scheme, she ought to dress herself up beautifully before meeting the Ancient God. Only then would he be conquered by her charm and give her more guidance, allowing her to become even stronger.
Qiangwei completely failed to see through her little thoughts. She smiled lightly and said, "Hua Zhen is actually pretty easygoing. Don't worry, he won't care about that."
But I care!
Su Xiaoli pouted as she retorted inwardly.
As the Rest Area drew closer and closer, knowing there was no hope, she sighed in resignation. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly noticed Qi Lin beside her frowning slightly, looking as though something weighed heavily on her mind.
"Huh? What's wrong, Sister Qi Lin?" Su Xiaoli asked with concern.
"Ah? Oh, it's nothing..." Qi Lin's answer was clearly perfunctory. In truth, she still