"You are all stuck at the peak of the Golden Core," Ji'an concluded, stopping in the center of the formation, crossing her arms over her chest. "You think you are strong, but in reality, you are not. You guys are actually weaker than a mere brittle! And if I let you walk into even the weakest Sect in this state, they will chew you up, spit you out, and use your bones for toothpicks!"
Ji'an snapped her fingers.
From the shadows, Shen Zechuan emerged. He was carrying a massive, heavy canvas sack that Ji'an had meticulously prepared during the night.
He dropped the sack onto the moss with a heavy, metallic thud.
"We are going to refactor your meridians," Ji'an announced, a dark, completely unhinged, sadistic grin spreading across her face. "We are going to debug your physical forms until your code compiles cleanly into the Nascent Soul realm. Welcome to the Vanguard Special Training Program!"
She pointed to the canvas sack.
