Ms. Doctor Divine

The Clan Leader of the True Martial Race smiled and remarked, “You still have many good days ahead of you. Why think about retirement now? Take your time. After the Anicca Race, whether in your hands or theirs, they will all be yours.” He appeared genuinely nostalgic about the past.

However, the First Elder shook his head, clearly disagreeing with the Clan Leader of the True Martial Race.

“I’m not as fortunate as you, having many children. I only have Yan’er. What else is there to consider?” the First Elder insisted.

The Clan Leader of the True Martial Race simply smiled, choosing not to say anything more.

In reality, the Clan Leader’s words didn’t reflect his true thoughts. If he genuinely wished for the Great Clan Leader to retain power indefinitely, what would become of his daughter? What about his future grandson?

Therefore, the First Elder’s thoughts aligned well with those of the Clan Leader of the True Martial Race, and he was quite satisfied.

The two engaged in a happy conversation, quickly reaching an agreement during their discussion.

With no rush to leave, the First Elder remained in the True Martial Race for a while. Observing that the two had not returned, he left them there and returned alone.

The Clan Leader of the True Martial Race appreciated cooperating with the First Elder. The First Elder understood his boundaries, aware of his position within the dynamics.

Indeed, the Clan Leader found it quite agreeable.

Not long after the First Elder’s return to the Anicca Race, Kang Yan and Ziluo came back the next day.

While the True Martial Race offered some entertainment, it mostly amounted to a waste of time beyond the usual activities of eating, drinking, and playing.

Although both of them were arrogant and headstrong, they remained diligent in their cultivation, unwilling to squander time.

The First Elder had anticipated their return, allowing him to calmly come back.

This time, it was Ziluo who returned, and there was a noticeable change in her demeanor.

Her face exuded newfound confidence, and it seemed as though she regarded the Anicca Race with disdain, as if stepping on them beneath her feet.

As for Kang Yan, she felt like she had gained some level of control over him.

In the past, Ziluo occasionally felt a twinge of guilt, being an outsider from the Anicca Race in the True Martial Race. She believed she shouldn’t be so assertive.

However, current circumstances suggested otherwise.

Observing Kang Yan and the First Elder’s attitudes, she comprehended that they couldn’t function without her.

Kang Yan went about his own business, and Ziluo, after a moment of contemplation, sought out Kang Shi.

Now that she had reached the ninth heaven, she needed to break through a formidable bottleneck. It seemed insurmountable, and obtaining pills to facilitate the breakthrough could save her significant time.

Kang Shi had desires, didn’t he?

All she had to do was bring what he wanted.

Casually selecting a Dharma artifact, Ziluo went to find Kang Shi, navigating the familiar path she knew well.

Taking advantage of the solitude around, she hastened to his location.

Upon reaching Kang Shi’s abode, she found him leisurely sipping tea, seemingly unoccupied.

Ziluo skipped over.

Gu Chaoyan looked up as she was drinking tea, and saw Ziluo walking towards her.

She was wearing a purple dress. She was small and cute, but she looked very cute in this dress. Her eyes were dark, and she looked very playful.