Here we are, dear readers – the end of another week.
Do not fret, or cry for me. We shall meet again when the week begins anew, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of it’s former demise. I hope, in the interim, you remember us – the mutants, the adepts, the poop-covered party dancers – so that when we meet again it will be as though we never left. May this gift of Chapter 97: Lan Qing, Lan Jue help you in that endeavor.
Adieu, dear readers. Until Monday, adieu.