Four days passed quickly.
For everyone outside the Spirit Artifact, Song Jia seemed to spend those days attending classes, eating meals, occasionally training and preparing for the Imperial Selection Competition.
For Song Jia and her friends—
those four days felt considerably longer.
"Again."
Dai Bao fell backward onto the grass.
"No."
Song Jia looked down at him.
"No?"
"No."
He spread his arms.
"I surrender."
"You can't surrender."
"I just did."
Tang Fu stepped over him.
"Ignore him."
"I am dying."
"You said that yesterday."
"And somehow she made me continue!"
Song Jia crossed her arms.
"You're clearly alive."
"Physically."
Shao Mei sat nearby, equally exhausted.
"I think my spirit died two days ago."
Crystal smiled from beside the training field.
"Would everyone like refreshments?"
Nine heads immediately turned.
"Yes!"
Song Jia sighed.
"Traitors."
Wei Hua accepted a cup of tea from Crystal.
"We've been training for what feels like months."
