In the Inner Courtyard's tearoom, sandalwood incense curled through the simple and tranquil space. Outside, the sky was a heavy, leaden gray, so oppressive it felt hard to breathe.
Qin Fangqiong was slumped in the Grandmaster's Chair, unhurriedly peeling a golden orange. As the peel came off, a crisp, citrusy fragrance filled the air.
Nearby, Qin Yu was fidgeting, unable to sit still, polishing her precious sword again and again.
"Dad, in a little while... I plan to break through the bottleneck of the Flesh Refining Realm."
Qin Fangqiong tossed a slice of orange into his mouth and chewed it with relish. "Mm," he mumbled indistinctly. "Go ahead and break through."
Seeing her father's nonchalant attitude, Qin Yu's brows shot up in anger. She slammed her sword on the table. "Dad! This is a major bottleneck in the Flesh Refining Realm! Shouldn't you explain the crucial points to me in detail?"
"What's there to explain?"
