After watching her fail ten times in crossing the ice bridge, the Black Dragon had to pause the test and return them both back to the physical world until she is more serious about this. He didn't need to wait and see her cross that bridge fifteen times to know she was going to mess up this opportunity to be stronger.
Xueyao gasped and reopened her eyes to find her still sitting where they left. When they returned, it was already nighttime. The scars, multiple cuts and the dulling pain of being struck mercilessly by so many lightning strikes without rest was proof that what she had just seen and endured was real.
Xueyao turned in her seat to see the tall, dark figure of the mesmerizing God of the immortal realm. He was back to his normal appearance and he looked somewhat disappointed in her. He stood with his hands folded beside him not too far from where she sat. Xueyao eyes him from head to toe, wondering why he stopped and if he was giving up before she did.
