Hearing that Chu Zheng could repair her Immortal Bone, Song Lingqing froze for a moment, but did not react too strongly.
She did not doubt Chu Zheng's words. He had no reason to deceive her.
Yet the recent upheavals and the warmth and coldness of human hearts had already tempered her thoroughly. She was like a stagnant pool, incapable of stirring even the faintest ripple.
Whether her Immortal Bone could be repaired was no longer an obsession to her.
"Before repairing your Immortal Bone, there are a few things I need to tell you."
Chu Zheng did not rush to begin. Instead, he gave Song Lingqing a warning first:
"The Immortal Bone in your body is not high-grade."
Upon hearing this, Song Lingqing fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "I know."
Song Lingqing's answer caught Chu Zheng somewhat by surprise.
"How did you find out?"
"After entering the sect, I cultivated desperately, yet I was only a hair faster than fellow disciples with Mid-grade Immortal Bones. At that speed, it was impossible for me to enter the Divine Infant Realm before the age of two hundred, much less achieve the Nine Transformations of the Divine Infant."
"What High-grade Immortal Bone would only barely enter the Spiritual Spring Realm after more than three years in the sect?"
Song Lingqing lowered her gaze. "I knew long ago that there was something wrong with my aptitude. I simply did not wish to question Master... Grand Elder's judgment."
"Your Immortal Bone suffered two severe blows before it finally shattered."
Chu Zheng pointed out the reason Song Lingqing's Immortal Bone had broken, then said meaningfully:
"You said that, as far as you remembered, you had only been injured once. As for when the second time was, I imagine you know perfectly well."
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