Zuo Xuan's advancement wasn't part of Wang Ping's immediate plans. He had checked on her status before the New Year and even used a Luck-Borrowing Talisman for a divination. The reading showed that she would need at least ten years before an opportunity to advance would arise.
Wang Ping was surprised and confused, a faint sense of foreboding creeping in. When he arrived at Dongshui Mountain, he found the summit half-buried under a dense layer of Embroidery Needles.
These Embroidery Needles had all been refined through a special method. Each one possessed a degree of spiritual nature, resonating with the spirit within Zuo Xuan's own body. Meanwhile, her prosthetic limbs had detached. Taking their place on her arms was a disgusting, fleshy tumor that dripped with thick blood and gave off an aura similar to that of the Taiyin Sect.
