"But if I wanted to take the path of a Warrior Attendant, what could I offer in exchange?"
My looks?
She had some, but far from enough.
Organ Refining martial artists were not young people like Direct Lineage disciples. No matter how foolish or innocent they were, they had seen plenty of schemes.
With strength, what kind of beauty could they not have?
"There must be something decisive..." With that thought, Zhou Muqing began considering where her own advantages lay.
She came from Qingliu Gate. As its Deputy Sect Master, she had created a new art based on her sect's techniques. Her comprehension was naturally exceptional.
After thinking it over, she quickly found a direction.
"First, I need to find new and more suitable candidates. Ouyang Luo and Feng Han both have too many people around them.
"Even if I went to them now, I would have lost the initiative. It would be difficult to secure a position."
Having made up her mind, she immediately rose, put away the tea set, and returned to her room to make preparations.
Next, she needed to start building up her own advantages.
In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.
Sizzle.
In the courtyard, Zhou Muqing poured tea from the pot with one hand.
Wei He sat opposite her. The two faced one another, both sighing.
"Too difficult." Zhou Muqing felt stifled. She was stuck at the second level and still had not broken through the shackles of the third. She was utterly speechless.
She had never doubted her natural talent. From childhood to adulthood, she had always been a genius in the eyes of those around her. Yet faced with this situation, she could not help but doubt herself.
"Indeed. Too difficult." Wei He nodded deeply. "This technique truly isn't