A teenage girl in a rather scandalous dress, short and low cut enough that it left little to the imagination and made of thin black silk, appeared in front of the golden-haired woman, who was looking at her with disgust.
"I went out for a bit, and you thought you had the chance to sneak out on a date? Think again. Now, put your hand on the statue and channel energy." The girl's Mistress demanded.
"Yes, Lady Anna." The girl muttered, ashamed of having been caught and shamed in front of so many esteemed Cultivators.
The blade lit up in a nearly even mix of blue and red, and the right arm of the statue, the one holding the blade, lit up with a strong red glow.
"The chance isn't high, but if it does happen, it seems this girl could be a great war hero, and the potential isn't bad. A nearly fifty percent chance of reaching the Divine Realm." The City Lord commended her.
