Ling Shuang's villa, second-floor training room.
Ling Shuang floated barefoot in midair, faint Space Power permeating the area around her. Her breathing was steady as she quietly absorbed Origin Energy.
A red gown wrapped around her slender yet curvaceous body, while beneath the hem, her long legs were fair and smooth.
On the floor, Xu Jingming stood bare-chested, his body shrouded in brilliant Du Tian Divine Lightning as he cultivated the "Divine Lightning Undying Body" Body Tempering Art.
"Ring, ring, ring~~~"
A phone rang, and Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang opened their eyes at the same time.
"It's from Liu Shan."
Glancing at the caller ID, Xu Jingming answered the call.
"Coach Xu, I've found the Eighth-Order Grandmaster you wanted!"
Liu Shan's voice came through the phone. "But he's currently treating a Ninth-Order Martial Saint and won't be free for another two days."
"Two days? Does it really need to take that long?" Xu Jingming could not help but pause in surprise.
Although Ling Shuang's grave injuries were false information he had deliberately leaked, it was still far too outrageous that it would take two days to find an Eighth-Order Grandmaster-level healing Metahuman.
"Yes. You know how sought-after healing Metahumans are. His schedule is extremely difficult to book."
Liu Shan sighed first, then comforted him:
"But don't worry. I pulled some strings on my end, so he'll be able to come treat Director Ling in one day!"
"Really? That's wonderful."
Xu Jingming replied with feigned excitement and gratitude, "Once this is over, Teacher Ling and I will definitely thank you properly."
"No need, no need. We're all from the same martial hall. It's just a small favor.
Let's leave it at that for now. As soon as there's news from that Grandmaster, I'll contact you immediately."
Liu Shan replied cheerfully