Late at night.
Yu Feng'Er nudged Lü Zhong, who was pretending to be asleep.
Her expression was conflicted for a long while before she finally made up her mind. "Husband," she whispered, "why don't you go and keep Master company? I... I'm so scared..."
Lü Zhong completely understood how she felt. In truth, he felt the same.
The difficulty of Nascent Soul Formation was no empty platitude.
The thought of the countless failed attempts recorded in the scriptures, coupled with the recent failure of Jin Lan's Nascent Soul Formation tribulation, made Lü Zhong's heart pound with anxiety.
The image of Jin Lan's charred corpse kept flashing through his mind.
Even a Sect prodigy like Jin Lan couldn't overcome the trial of Nascent Soul Formation.
He was afraid Shuini would suffer the same fate.
It was now the end of the fifth month.
The Lantern Festival on the sixth day of the sixth month was less than seven days away.
