She felt the surging Soul Power within her. From level twenty-something to level forty-something, all in just a few days. No one would believe that kind of speed if she told them.
And it was all thanks to that one pill, and... that person's generosity.
Ning Rongrong withdrew her Martial Soul, the smugness on her face gradually giving way to a complicated expression.
She thought of Zhao Linchuan's face, always wearing that half-smile, and the gentleness he sometimes let show.
She thought of her irritation when he favored Zhu Zhuqing, and of that night when she had secretly perched on the wall and seen him standing alone beneath the moonlight.
So aloof, so distant, as if he didn't belong to this world.
"Hmph." She gave a soft snort and shook her head, driving away those tangled thoughts. "No matter what, I'll remember this kindness."
"I need to think of a way to repay him..."
As she pondered, she skipped through the corridor toward the front courtyard.
She passed through a moon gate and reached the passage connecting the front and rear courtyards, where her steps suddenly halted.
On the flagstone path not far ahead, a tall figure was strolling gracefully.
It was a woman—no, to be precise, a woman so beautiful she took your breath away.
She wore a pale gold gown embroidered with delicate cloud patterns along the hem. A matching wide belt cinched her waist, accentuating its slender curve.
Her long golden hair flowed like a waterfall, its soft sheen glimmering in the morning light like running honey.
Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, with brows like distant mountains touched by blue-green haze, eyes rippling like autumn waters, a straight nose, lips like a cherry blossom, and skin so fair it was almost translucent.
Standing there, she seemed like