"Tu Lin, fifteen years old, sixth level of Qi Gathering, native of the Daylight Nation, second-generation disciple of Qingfeng Temple, currently cultivating in Ximao City..."
With a sweeping stroke of her brush, the woman swiftly wrote down Tu Lin's identity information. When the final stroke fell, the paper spontaneously ignited without fire, turning into two wisps of flame. One vanished into the void, while the other shot straight into Tu Lin's consciousness-body!
At the same time, Fan Rongrong noticed that an additional hundred copper coins had appeared in her sleeve. A trace of delight surfaced on her face, and she once again pulled Tu Lin over to bow to the woman.
"Alright! From this day onward, you are one of the cultivators of our Spirit Land. If you wish to earn Nanke Coins, you may select a mission from the main hall outside. But remember to act within your limits." The woman's manner and tone were exceedingly languid. After briefly reminding Tu Lin of a few things, she sprawled back over the desk.
Just as the two were about to take their leave, another woman of extraordinary bearing entered the side hall.
Fan Rongrong's eyes spun, and she tugged Tu Lin aside rather than leaving at once.
"Little Qingning, if you do not correct that lazy temperament of yours, I fear you will not form an Origin Core even after another ten years. Then your sect leader martial uncle will accuse me of failing to teach my disciple properly again." The woman who had just entered glanced at Tu Lin and Fan Rongrong. Thinking they still had business to attend to, she did not drive them away.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the languid woman immediately sat upright and pretended to handle affairs seriously. Only after a while did she