King Xue Mantang of the Little People Kingdom

In the washroom, Lin Xiaoxia, calling herself Lin Nuan, faced the mirror.

Reflected in the mirror was a young man.

His face was fair, and aside from being somewhat handsome, he had no particularly distinctive features—or rather, anything memorable about him had been deliberately or inadvertently erased.

"Aren't you surprised at all?"

Zhou Zhi asked with great interest.

Of all the geniuses Zhou Zhi had encountered so far, Lin Xiaoxia's difficulty rating would never fall out of the top three. She was far too clever and ruthless, yet never suffered any backlash.

The corners of Lin Xiaoxia's lips curled up. Turning around, her seductive figure slowly pressed against Zhou Zhi.

The fragrance of a young girl filled his nostrils, though Zhou Zhi knew perfectly well that such body scents did not truly exist in essence.

"Why would I be surprised? Luo Nian's sword was indeed terrifying, but I believed you wouldn't die—just as... I believed I wouldn't die."

Lin Xiaoxia was tall and slender as she leaned against Zhou Zhi's shoulder. "Even though I exhausted myself for your sake, including... choosing to join the Medical Department."

Zhou Zhi smiled. "So, Miss Lin of the Medical Department?"

Lin Xiaoxia spoke softly. "The Medical Department is also an option, isn't it? The Medical Department has nearly resolved the threat of True Sovereign City now. Their next step is to make a move against the Six Nations. Put simply, the Medical Department's families have no need for disobedient Six Nations."

"And I spent quite a few resources to come here as an envoy from True Sovereign City."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhi raised his head slightly.

Lin Xiaoxia was skilled at switching sides, without a doubt.

A textbook practitioner of ruthless pragmatism—she spoke human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts. This included