"Crying?"
Yun Chuan looked at Ning Rongrong like this and inwardly exclaimed that she was kawaii, but outwardly, he said coldly, "What's there to cry about? Who do you think you are? Without the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you'd just be a slightly prettier little girl, probably stuck in some corner somewhere. You have talent, you have a background, yet you refuse to work hard and only know how to indulge in comfort. That's right, you have a choice, and you can live like that. But since you've come to Shrek Academy, you have to follow its rules!"
"This isn't your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect," Yun Chuan said blandly. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the continent's finest support Martial Soul, yet you're bringing complete disgrace upon it. Do you know that?"
"I am not!" Ning Rongrong was anxious and furious at his words. She was, after all, only a twelve-year-old girl. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was the pride of her sect! It was her pride too!
"No? Then tell me, among the seven students in this academy, who can you surpass?" Yun Chuan sneered. "Tang San and Xiao Wu both have higher Soul Power levels than you and more combat experience. That Dai Mubai had already become a level-thirty Soul Elder when he was thirteen. Can you do that?"
"Ma Hongjun possesses a top-tier Beast Spirit. Even with its flaws, his Soul Power is now level twenty-nine! He's no weaker than you, only stronger!"
"Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power is only slightly higher than yours, but her will is resolute. If you told her to run twenty laps, forget twenty—even if it were a hundred laps, she'd crawl to the finish. Do you believe that? Can you do it?"
Ning Rongrong's chest heaved violently with