The New School
Soon, Ling Xin finished showering, and came downstairs. Qing Yue had already cooked up something for her since she knew she was going to be hungry, and boy was Ling Xin happy to see food sitting on the table in front of her as she sat down and dug in.
"So?" I asked, sitting down across from her and folding my arms. "What did you all talk about at the meeting last night? I'd imagine it was a lot, considering how long you spent."
"Yes, it sure was," Ling Xin said with a sigh, stretching her arms. "But to be honest, it was mainly three major points, discussed back and forth to figure out the truly best course of action."
"Which three?" Feng Mian inquired, and Ling Xin held up her fingers in a counting gesture.