After many days, Bai Wutong finally stepped back into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
A thick, heavy medicinal scent permeated the hall, snaking its way into her nostrils and inducing a dull, throbbing headache. Beneath the medicinal smell, there was the faint, lingering metallic tang of blood.
Could it be that Zhang Chengyan had actually suffered a real mishap this time? If not, why would there be a need to stage such a realistic production?
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