Return! Ling Shuang's Shock!

Xu Jingming left Asahikawa City at four thirty in the afternoon.

By the time he returned to the Melbourne Branch of Thunder Martial Hall in Oceania, it was nearly one in the morning.

Unable to sense Ling Shuang's aura in the villa, Xu Jingming headed straight for the Thunder Martial Hall building.

"Good evening, Vice-Curator!"

"Director Xu."

"Good evening, Director Xu."

"..."

Though it was already past one in the morning, the entire Thunder Martial Hall complex remained brightly lit.

As Xu Jingming walked down the corridor, members of Thunder Martial Hall respectfully saluted him all along the way.

For High-Order Metahumans, day and night felt much the same. There was no real difference between them.

Xu Jingming soon arrived outside the director's office, but before he could push open the door—

Ling Shuang's melodious, delighted voice came from within.

"Jingming, you're back?"

Xu Jingming pushed the door open and entered, finding Ling Shuang seated behind her desk, working.

She wore a long black dress, alluring and captivating like the Goddess of the Night.

Seeing Xu Jingming return, she hurriedly rose to greet him, and the fullness of a certain place swayed along with her movements.

"How did it go? Did things go smoothly at the Civilization Relic in Sakura Country?"

Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang sat down on the sofa. Xu Jingming naturally wrapped his right arm around her slender waist.

Ling Shuang had long since grown accustomed to this and asked with a smile.

"There were a few unexpected incidents, but overall, it was a close call without any real danger."

Xu Jingming roughly described what had happened in the Civilization Relic.

"The spirit body of Zakri, a Ninth-Order Peak Mental Type grandmaster from the Ancient Civilization Ruins?

A Mental Type grandmaster's Battle Techniques inheritance?"

After hearing Xu