There wasn't much time left for him.
The Great War of a Hundred Dynasties would only last a little over a year. If he missed this session, he'd have to wait another ten years for the next one.
To get a decent ranking, he had to cherish every month.
"Fine."
An aggrieved emoji appeared on the screen. Right after, a photo came through.
The phone camera was pointed directly at the mirror.
In the mirror, on an arm white as jade, a few sparkling droplets of water remained.
The bathrobe wasn't wrapped up all the way, exposing half of the creamy skin, with a stunning deep cleavage that beckoned to have someone's head buried there.
But what caught Jiang Shu's eye the most wasn't that—it was the hotel room décor visible in the mirror, looking exactly the same as what he was seeing in front of him.
Sure enough, the next second, a location was sent. It was the same hotel, along with three small numbers: 609.
"Shit,
