"Ah??"
Upon hearing her teacher's words, Ling Er's expression turned peculiar.
"Ah what." Cheng Qiyue sighed helplessly, saying, "I have practiced martial arts for thirty years, dreaming of becoming a cultivator. Working for the Kong Family now is just to gain more resources, but no matter how hard I try, I can't take that step. Alas..."
"Master, I understand!"
Ling Er's expression turned serious, knowing how much suffering and effort her teacher had gone through to become a cultivator.
She clenched her fists tightly, her tone stern, "I will do my best to help you obtain his essence, to assist you in becoming a cultivator."
"Disciple, thank you!"
Cheng Qiyue's tone was full of relief, and then she hung up the phone.
...
Zhonghai City, in the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel.
At this moment, Cheng Qiyue was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling traffic below in a trance.
