Now that it's said, it would only add to his pressure.
"By the way, Mr. Ji wanted me to tell you before he went into seclusion that he won last night."
With Professor Zuo's words coming into her ears,
Lou Qinglan felt an inexplicable palpitation, like a night-blooming cereus quietly blooming in the deep of night, silently blossoming in her heart.
It was not joy, nor was it sadness, but rather an indescribable...
Sense of safety, or perhaps, confidence?
Lou Qinglan suddenly exhaled the air that had been building up in her lungs.
She felt that her grandfather was right.
She had indeed not misjudged the person.
...
After ending the communication,
Professor Zuo He looked at Ji Jingqiu, who was in the process of nurturing his [Dharma Body Prototype], with a look of astonishment.
To implant a "Dharma seed" in one's body and nurture divine and different cultivation bodies is a perilous process.
