"As for An Jing..."
Jin Yanhua smiled as she introduced An Jing. "A Jiang, I don't need to introduce him, do I?"
"No, no, I've heard his name like thunder long ago."
Jiang Ziji laughed heartily. She was exceptionally tall, nearly as tall as An Jing, who had grown quite a bit himself. This beautiful woman stepped forward and patted An Jing on the shoulder. Sensing the cultivation of his tempered body, she raised a brow. "What a fine shell indeed... Looks like the gift I prepared for you is no longer needed. It won't have any effect on you now."
"A Jiang originally wanted to give you some 'Earthcore Gold Fluid,' a treasure for metal martial artists to temper their bodies with."
Jin Yanhua explained with a smile, "But your cultivation method is too advanced. I told her it probably wouldn't be of any use to you, but she refused to believe me."
"Your shell is already essentially a condensed manifestation of metal-element power. Ordinary metal spirit objects can only heal you or replenish you; refining your essence any further is impossible."
Jiang Ziji did not mind. She still stuffed a small bottle into An Jing's pocket, just like an elder forcibly pressing a red envelope into someone's hands. "Just call me Sister Jiang. By seniority, your master is three generations below me. Calling me that means you're getting the better end of the deal!"
—Why does everyone in this Heavenly Palace squad love making jokes about family seniority? And what is Master doing in this squad anyway? Why are there big-sister types everywhere?
An Jing grumbled inwardly, but he still properly called her Sister Jiang, earning a satisfied expression from Jiang Ziji.
As for why the Earthcore Gold Fluid was ineffective on him, the reason was simple. An