"In our Yaochi Holy Land, we have a secret technique to improve synchronization rate. Let me tell you about it now..."
Huang Sitong stared wide-eyed, feeling her eyes grow drowsy.
Her high ponytail wasn't as perked up, and her raised eyes drooped down.
At this moment, the old lady pulled out a bottle of medicine from her bosom.
"This is something I just concocted, it tastes like the cola from your world. Drinking it can refresh your mind and slightly enhance your mental acuity. Drink it."
Huang Sitong took the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and for a moment, it was like seeing the bottle of six walnuts her mother handed her during her sprint for the college entrance exam.
She drank the medicine in one gulp, shook her head, tossed her braid, and felt refreshed anew.
Then she heard the old lady nagging.
"The disaster isn't over yet. The Ancient Immortals in the present world, for the most part, are former Fallen Immortals!
"The hope of our Yaochi Holy Land rests on you!"
