Xu Zimo cultivated in his room for the entire morning.
The power within him was reviving, and he could feel himself growing ever more fused with the world of Beyond the Heavens.
The rejection he had felt from this world when he had first arrived was gone.
He spent the whole afternoon recovering his strength.
By late afternoon, the sun in the sky was slowly setting.
The First Elder had already sent someone to summon Xu Zimo for the trial.
In the courtyard, Xia Wanqing called Xu Zimo into her room.
The moment he entered, she started taking off her clothes.
"Senior Sister Xia, isn't this a little too rushed?" Xu Zimo asked.
"It can wait until I come back from winning the trial."
"What are you thinking?" Xia Wanqing rolled her eyes at him.
She wore a thin garment woven with golden threads.
"Wear this. It can protect you at a critical moment."
Xu Zimo took it into his hands and gave it a sniff.
"Y-you, why are you like this?" Xia Wanqing's face flushed crimson as she spoke in embarrassment.
"Don't misunderstand. I was just checking whether you have body odor," Xu Zimo said.
"You're the one with body odor! If not for the fact that you helped me, I wouldn't even bother with you," Xia Wanqing snorted coldly.
"You should wear this golden-thread garment yourself. I have no use for it," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Don't mistake good intentions for ill will," Xia Wanqing said.
"I'm doing this for myself too. If you somehow win, I'll get to become the Young Sect Master."
Having said that, Xia Wanqing added, "Of course, if you truly can't manage it, just admit defeat.
Your own safety matters most."
Xu Zimo accepted the golden-thread garment with a smile and