Seven days later…
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"Hold up!"
Su Mei walked the halls of the Original Dawn Palace holding half a dozen thick scrolls that exuded a distinct spiritual light. She was no longer within her simplistic attire, returning to the valiant garb of light armor, greaves, and bracers, her saber's scabbard hanging from her waist. The only thing that had remained unchanged was her hairstyle.
She stopped, turning her head back to see Wei Xiaotian. The Shard of Heaven was out of breath as she ran toward her.
"Hah! Hah!" Wei Xiaotian arrived beside Su Mei with haggard breathing and a hunched posture, seemingly on the verge of keeling over. She lifted her head, peeking through the sweat streaks. "Hah…Sister Mei. You…did it…hah…work?" She struggled to get her words through.
She was wearing form-fitting clothing, a pair of black leggings, and a skin-tight crop top that was designed with physical training in mind, especially intense movements.
