Time slowly trickled by. Ye Chuxue smoothly passed through one stage after another, but Song Wanning remained motionless, still stuck on the first.
The aura around her body fluctuated unstably. Her face, split into one side of yin and one of yang, looked both comical and terrifying.
Mu Zixu couldn't help but snort.
"A person with a corrupt heart... so what if she entered my Inheritance Hall?"
"Isn't she just going to be stuck on the first stage forever?"
No matter how he looked at Song Wanning, he found her disagreeable.
It was as if their very natures repelled each other; some people were simply destined not to get along.
Wang Yang sighed at his side. "To hold on for this long, this woman is certainly strong-willed. It's just a pity she's putting it to the wrong use."
If she had cultivated diligently, she might have achieved great things.
What a pity!
He shook his head, filled with deep regret.
The moment his words fell, something changed with Song Wanning.
