Tea is Served Cold During the Summer
As she spoke, Zhou Lihua hugged his arm even closer. Wu Jian was distinctly aware of the soft mounds pressed to his arm. He wanted to say he wasn’t flustered, but that would have been a bold-faced lie.
“… My strength was tested at sixteen thousand,” he said, looking away.
“What?! Really?! Wow!” Zhou Lihua’s eyes widened with surprise and honest admiration. “That’s… incredible! Really incredible! You know when I broke through to the Hunger Realm, my strength was at fourteen thousand? You still have three more years before you can attempt to breakthrough, but your strength is already greater than mine was.”
“Ah. Thank you. This is the highest result the clan has ever seen. Oh! Mei’s strength was at fifteen thousand and Jingshu’s was fourteen thousand six hundred.”