"Turns out you're nothing special."
Ye Wumei stood atop the cyan rattan, her almond eyes carrying a hint of cold murderous intent as she looked down at Yue Hua and the four others retreating relentlessly below. Seeing them being forced to retreat, a look of excitement and pride immediately spread across her cold face.
Even the prodigies of Mountain Suppression in the Middle Realm couldn't stop them.
The Sect Leader's promise of entering the top hundred of the Red Domain before joining the sect will most likely come true!
Thank you, Elder Yun.
Thank you, Father.
Thank you, Mother.
...
Thank everyone.
After silently thanking the Sect Leader in her heart, the pride on Ye Wumei's face disappeared, replaced by a confidence that emanated from within. Just moments ago, she had doubts about herself.
But now.
She's extremely confident!
Then the Meridian Gate trembled again, and tens of thousands of cyan rattans danced, completely engulfing Yue Hua and his four companions.
