"Whew~"
Inside the room, Huang Tian slowly breathed out a mouthful of hot air. A series of cracks and pops rang through his body as he swiftly returned to his original shape.
He walked to the bedside table and picked up his phone. A new friend request awaited him: "Ding Xueyi has requested to add you as a friend."
He tapped Accept. His phone vibrated at once, and a message came through.
Ding Xueyi: [Hello, Mr. Huang!]
Huang Tian: [Hello.]
Ding Xueyi: [Are you free tomorrow? I can come pick you up so you won't have to go to the trouble of taking a cab.]
Huang Tian: [I'm free. I'll go to the company tomorrow to resign. Just drive to the Fulong Building a little after eight. Sorry for the trouble.]
Ding Xueyi: [It's nothing! I'd be happy to. It's a deal!]
Huang Tian: [It's a deal.]
Ding Xueyi: [Can't wait to meet.jpg]
Ding Xueyi ended the chat and set down her phone. She sprang from the soft white sofa and pumped her fist in delight. "Everything's going smoothly!"
Across from her, a thick-browed, square-faced middle-aged man smiled. "That Mr. Huang agreed to come?"
"Mm!" Ding Xueyi answered happily. "We settled it back in the Dead Realm, but now that I've added him and gotten a definite answer, I can finally relax—"
"To think a fighter could be only in his early twenties. If you hadn't told me yourself, I never would have believed it," the square-faced man said with a sigh.
"Heroes aren't measured by age. From ancient times to now, the occasional martial prodigy has always appeared," Ding Xueyi said.
"True. There are always prodigies. Over sixteen hundred years ago, Yun Tuo reached the human limit at just twenty-seven. With his iron palms, he overshadowed all within the