She just had to be the difficult one, time and time again.
Never mind Lu Sangjiu; even the crowd of spectators was growing impatient, unable to stop themselves from shooting disgusted looks at Ye Zhiyao.
No one present was an ordinary person. When everyone focused their attention on her, all clearly showing their impatience, the pressure on Ye Zhiyao became almost tangible.
She felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on her, making even the slightest movement feel strenuous.
Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, but inwardly, Ye Zhiyao was furious.
So, she circulated the Spiritual Energy in her body, concentrating it and sending it surging toward the ancestor's Nascent Soul that she had yet to fully digest. A powerful force instantly erupted from her body.
Under this surge of power, the pressure that had been weighing her down was violently thrown off, and the way many people looked at her changed in surprise.
