On the Magic Tree.
The Immortal Banyan Dragon was sleeping.
After advancing to level 6, Levi had discovered even more about Lady Idrasala's strength.
"The path of the primordial soul, the journey is still long."
At Triss's cabin.
Levi knocked gently on the door, wondering how to explain.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The sound came, Levi puzzled.
"Why does it feel like someone is whipping inside?"
The door opened slightly, and Triss, with her arms crossed, holding a whip, leaned against the sofa.
She smiled and asked,
"Did you go into seclusion again?"
Levi hastily replied,
"Yes, Lady."
Triss questioned suspiciously,
"Primordial soul?"
Levi shook his head.
"How could I possibly advance to a primordial soul without asking the lady to refine medicine for me?"
Triss, wearing black silk stockings, put on her pharmacist uniform, buttoned up, and her impressive figure was highlighted.
The Demon Dragon Whip transformed into a belt tied around her slim waist.
