When the white light dissipated, she was surprised to find herself in a new room.
Song Wanning thought for a moment and figured it out.
This was a Trial Tower, popular during the Ancient Times and created for the purpose of training a sect's disciples.
So, what had just happened was the first trial, which she must have passed.
Trial Towers from the Ancient Times came in all shapes and sizes, but they all shared a common characteristic: they would set up different trials based on a person's Spirit Root, innate talent, personal belongings, and so on.
It was as if each trial was custom-made for the individual.
And for the most part, passing a trial came with a reward.
Song Wanning raised an eyebrow. 'Where's my reward?'
The moment the thought crossed her mind, a glowing orb of light descended before her.
She reached out and took it. The orb shattered instantly, and a flame radiating a fiery attribute rushed toward her face.
