Qin Lingyu's alertness heightened: "Is the opponent strong?"
"Not bad." Ying Zijin's eyes narrowed slightly, "Their strength should be comparable to an ancient martial artist with two hundred years of cultivation. You haven't trained in Inner Strength, so head back first."
The City of the World has no ancient martial artists.
The only things capable of pushing human limits, besides Alchemy, are Genetic Engineering.
Qin Lingyu slowly clenched her fists.
At first, she thought she was abandoned by her parents because her genetic modification was a failure.
In reality, she was just an infant produced by the Biogenetics Institute, born from a cold embryo container.
A failed product.
She was a failed experiment.
A damned existence.
Qin Lingyu took a deep breath and, heeding Ying Zijin's words, quickly walked back the way she came.
Ying Zijin raised her hand and picked up a 3D-printed mask to put on.
The mask perfectly fit her face.
In the next instant, the girl's face changed.
