Upon hearing that Chu Zheng could repair the Immortal Bone, Song Lingqing was stunned for a moment, but did not have much of a reaction.
She did not doubt Chu Zheng's words; there was no need for him to lie to her.
However, the recent ups and downs, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, had already put her through the mill, as if she were a stagnant pool of water, incapable of stirring the slightest ripple.
Whether the Immortal Bone could be repaired was no longer an obsession for her.
"Before repairing the Immortal Bone, I have a few things to tell you,"
Chu Zheng did not rush to begin but first gave Song Lingqing a heads-up:
"The Immortal Bone in your body is not of high quality."
Upon hearing this, Song Lingqing fell silent for a while, then nodded: "I know."
Song Lingqing's response surprised Chu Zheng for a moment:
"How did you find out?"
