The woman looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but all mystic doctors maintain themselves well, so outside, they appear to be in their early twenties. Even Beisitian looks barely over twenty now, unchanged from ten years ago.
"My name is Zhang Qiuying, what's yours?" the woman said with a smile.
Beisitian gave a faint smile, "You can just call me Sitiang."
Zhang Qiuying showed a row of neat teeth, "Great, for the next week or so we'll be neighbors and can interact more! Speaking of which, the environment here is really nice, way better than previous exchange venues. I heard one session was held in a warehouse; the air was very polluted after a long time."
She was very talkative.
Beisitian paused, a warehouse? She recalled her first time attending an exchange was indeed in a warehouse... Over time, the smell was truly unpleasant, a world of difference compared to now.
It seemed that exchange left a psychological shadow on many mystic doctors.
