Wang Xuan, having understood the essence of a Grandmaster's consciousness, decided to leave the room. He felt a pressing need to wash away what remained of his freshly shed skin. Upon his return to the sickroom, he was met with a curious sight. Old Chen was preening in front of a mirror, fussing over his usually untamed short hair.0

"What's the occasion?" Wang Xuan asked, looking at Qing Mu for an explanation.0

"We have an esteemed guest arriving shortly," Qing Mu answered, his face hinting at something more.0

A smirk tugged at Wang Xuan's lips. "An old flame of Old Chen?" No sooner had the words left his mouth than Old Chen's comb hurtled towards him, barely missing his forehead.0

In due course, a spaceship touched down on the manor's landing pad. Qing Mu personally went to receive the visitor. A woman, looking to be in her...0