Li Meirong didn't respond. In all honesty, she herself wasn't so sure how exactly she had stayed alive.
How many days, months, years had she diligently cultivated without a speck of progress? All this while, she had been disheartened, thinking that she had reached the cap of her potential.
Li Meirong got up and briefly assessed her wounds. Even though she suffered from pain all over, she found no bruises or cuts, and the gash on her chest vanished as if it had never existed. The only thing she noticed was smooth skin smeared with dried blood, partly covered by a torn and tattered robe.
In the exact same manner as the time she had merged with the blue flames, she became completely revitalized once more.
'Finally, do you understand? Yes or no?' The bell asked out of the blue.
"Yes. I levelled up. You're my golden core." Li Meirong whispered, astonished by her own words.
