Chapter 170
The Spirit Realm enjoyed warm spring weather throughout the year. Puffy white clouds floated lazily across the sky beneath a gentle sun, and the temperature remained a pleasant twenty-six degrees Celsius. It was truly a paradise; not too hot, not too cold.
Laghaim stood before a full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She wore a new white dress, lovingly crafted stitch by stitch from Yala’s thread over the course of a week. After examining her appearance for a while, Laghaim spun in place. The skirt of the dress fluttered gently.
Someone entered the Spirit Realm, a man exuding no energy or presence whatsoever. He scanned his surroundings and moved toward Laghaim, who stood in the middle of a green field in front of the mirror.
“Ah, hello, Master,” Laghaim said, deliberately tugging at the hem of her skirt before letting it go.
She blinked at Do-Jun with an innocent smile that carried a hint of expectation. After staring at her for a moment, Do-Jun took a seat in a chair.
Laghaim hoped to show off how beautifully the dress had turned out, but she felt a bit let down. She let out a small, disappointed sigh and sat across from him. That’s when Do-Jun placed a fresh strawberry shortcake he had brought onto the table.
“What’s this?” Laghaim asked him.
“A cake. Didn’t you say you wanted to try one before?”
Laghaim’s sulking expression instantly brightened, and she smiled like a child as she examined the cake from every angle, eliciting a small chuckle from Do-Jun.
“Is there anything I can do to help with your Core exploration?” she asked.
Laghaim knew that Do-Jun was about to enter the fifth floor of the Core. She thought that no matter how strong Do-Jun was, advancing that far alone would place a heavy burden on him. The fact that he had reached the fifth floor from the Tutorial Zone in less than a year was astonishingly fast, undoubtedly requiring significant effort. Perhaps he was pushing himself too hard.