Splash!
Water sprayed over Ling Qingyu's head. The splatters caused by several droplets hitting the ground at different intervals chimed into her ears like music.
She withdrew her hand from the faucet and put it on the glass wall, allowing water to drench her entire body. Raising her chin, she let the water wash her face, massaging her eyes in the process.
She was recalling Tang Ziyi's description of her understanding of the secret cultivation method or so she discovered. She lamented goddess of war's talent wasn't for nothing.
Within a month, a mere month, she found a way instead of a year or more. It seemed the formation of mercenaries could be put forward earlier.
