Of course, right now there's no risk of my cover being blown, but before that happens I still need some time to talk with Fu Miaoling.
As for the seventh-grade Battle Body, everyone was even less aware that, for the black‑clothed youth, mimicking the aura of any War Body was laughably easy. Back in Beibing City he'd already tested it once—whatever grade he wanted to be, he could be.
While the crowd was still asking around about just what kind of background the Shen Family had…
The black‑clothed youth and Fu Miaoling had already been led by the servants into a luxurious room, faintly scented with fragrance.
At this moment, a servant of Holy Craftsman Mountain spoke softly, "Young Master Shen, enjoy yourself. We'll take our leave."
With that, the servant withdrew, and the door of the room closed right after.
