It was an ordinary day.
A tall woman appeared in Old Wu's office.
Her eyebrows were long, and her facial features were exquisite. She also had some makeup on.
She was wearing a small black suit with a tight white cropped top and black slim-fit pants.
Old Wu circled her and clicked his tongue in wonder.
The woman said helplessly, "Uncle, stop looking."
Old Wu chuckled and said, "It wasn't easy for me to accumulate enough battle merits to exchange for holy water and finally remove the curse on you. I'm just too happy."
With that said, he said, "What level have you recovered to?"
The woman said, "Third level Seventh Realm."
Old Wu smiled and nodded. "Very good, very good!"
The more he looked, the happier he was.
The woman said solemnly, "Uncle, I heard that the headquarters is secretly recruiting martial artists with disguise skills? My face has never appeared in public before. I can respond to the headquarters' recruitment."
Old Wu was stunned. "How did you know?"
