But as soon as she thought about the inheritance of the Great Saint she carried, she immediately clenched her teeth.
"No way!"
Recalling the turmoil caused by the power of the Great Saint's inheritance on the 11th floor, Bu Yingshu tightly pressed her lips.
"This is the 15th floor, and if everyone on this floor hears my voice again, things will be much more serious than last time."
So Bu Yingshu resisted the impulse to hum lightly, focusing all her attention on the boost given by her extraordinary talent.
Yet this extraordinary talent seemed to be playing hide and seek with her, leaving quickly every time she hadn't indulged long, disappearing without a trace, leaving her feeling a sense of loss.
On the other side, Zhang Yu, seeing Bu Yingshu's disappointed expression, casually said, "Lord Bu, your insights are admirable even by browsing basic skills, indeed an extraordinary talent."
Bu Yingshu nodded absentmindedly, still studying her own body.
