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Leng and Nusa clashed, and injuries were inevitable. But to a warrior, this was nothing unusual. She casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked at her master, and raised her chin high, clearly waiting to be praised.

Though she knew it was impossible, she still hoped her master would say something.

She had only just advanced to godhood, yet even with her weapon level suppressed, she had fought Nusa, who had no idea how long he had been a god, to a standstill. Wasn't that incredibly impressive?

"Well done."

Ruo Ning spoke flatly, with no visible happiness on her face.

Yet Leng froze when she heard it. Those four simple words made her eyes widen, and for a moment, she wondered whether there was something wrong with her ears.

Master... actually praised me?

"I-It was nothing. That guy was just ridiculously weak." Leng turned her head away, her cheeks slightly red.

She was clearly delighted, yet she pretended not to care at all. Ruo Ning could not help feeling both helpless and amused by her tsundere disciple, though her expression remained unchanged.

"Enough. Follow the main force and prepare to encircle and eliminate them. I'll deal with that guy."

A single arrow ambush could not kill a Third Generation God like Nusa. Even the final high-energy burst would only severely wound him. Ruo Ning understood this, so after saying that to Leng, she paid her no more attention and vanished in a flash.

Only after Ruo Ning left did Leng secretly turn her head aside. Delight quietly surfaced on her face, and her cheeks flushed red.

The sun really had risen in the west today. Master had actually praised her. She would never have dared imagine it before.

It seemed her old master had changed quite