Nian Nu'er spent half a day familiarizing herself with her new body.
This body, forged from Heaven Devouring Hou Blood and the Divine Fetus's essence blood, was more than a single tier stronger than her original remnant-soul form. Its meridians were broad and its bones dense, and the power of Nine Nether Black Water circulated through her like a river.
She could even feel the faint spiritual perception granted by the essence of the Spiritual Terrace Burial Cosmos law. Though it fell short of Fang Mo's full-domain coverage, she could already pick up emotional fluctuations within a hundred zhang.
Toward evening, Nian Nu'er changed into a dark teal dress she had found in Block Gui and entered the Duty Room.
Old Yan was squatting by the door, peeling garlic.
The moment he saw Nian Nu'er, a garlic clove slipped from his hand and rolled to the end of the corridor.
"You."
"Little Brother Huang, long time no see."
The corners of Old Yan's mouth twitched twice. He looked away from Nian Nu'er and called into the Duty Room.
"Boss, that lady of yours is out."
Fang Mo's voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Nian Nu'er stepped over the threshold and entered the Duty Room.
Quite a few people were inside. Fang Mo sat behind the table, Iron Bull leaned against the window, Mo Qianshan squatted in a corner grinding medicinal powder, and Li Mingyue stood before another window, holding a report just sent back by an undercover agent in the Demon Suppression Division.
Every gaze converged on Nian Nu'er as she walked in.
Iron Bull turned the Qiong Bone Warhammer half a circle in his hand, signaling his wariness.
Mo Qianshan's grinding hand stopped.
Li Mingyue rested her right hand on the hilt of the Qiong Bone Long Saber.
Fang