Three days of wandering through the graveyard, and by the morning of the last day, Rong Zheng felt like she had shed a layer of skin.

"This is what you call... knowing your limits..."

She supported herself with her hands on her knees, her legs trembling uncontrollably. The world spun around her, but the Immortal's smiling face was blindingly clear.

"Though the process was a bit arduous, the result is excellent. Little Hua, you've done it."