Drunken Immortal Tower

After that, the two continued training.

Wu Ming realized she had raised her voice too much, and her ears instantly burned red. She cleared her throat.

She shifted her gaze to the target wall in the distance, trying to steady her tone into its usual bright clarity.

"Ten tomorrow morning, Drunken Immortal Tower."

Her voice had regained its composure, though the ending still rose slightly.

"It's settled, then. Don't stand me up."

With that, she turned and walked toward Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao, her stride as crisp and decisive as ever.

Her long legs moved steadily beneath her crimson-gold training outfit, sunlight dancing across her short hair in flashes of gold.

Only after taking seven or eight steps did she raise a hand to rub her ear.

The blush that had quietly risen beneath the Golden Crow's warmth was mostly hidden by the dense shade of the trees.

Watching her retreating figure, the curve of Lin Ciyan's lips deepened slightly.

He withdrew his gaze and walked toward the center of the training ground. "Break time is over. For the next round of sparring..."

"Wang Dong will attack, Xiao Xiao will control the field, and Teacher Wu Ming and I will form the defensive side."

The next morning.

Before dawn had even broken, Wu Ming dragged Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao to the Beast Fighting Zone for special endurance training.

Before leaving, the two girls glanced back at their master's tightly shut door. They exchanged a look and tacitly decided not to knock.

Lin Ciyan had indeed overslept.

There was no other reason...

Zhang Lexuan had been staying at his residence these past few days.

Some time ago, the senior sister had finally finished handling all the matters related to the Martial Soul Department's new director.

That night, when