Xue Ya's eyes were filled with guilt. She felt terribly sorry.
Zhuge Lan rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Listen to yourself. It's fine. You've already worked very hard, so don't put yourself down."
Zhuge Lan was still as gentle as ever. Hearing him, Xue Ya nodded repeatedly in delight.
Zhuge Lan told her to get some proper rest, then rose and walked over to Poison Douluo.
"What's going on? What were you muttering about?"
Zhuge Lan asked curiously.
"Isn't it because of this girl? Logically speaking, she only lost her memories, which shouldn't affect her ability to use her strength. I already told her the tricks for using her Martial Soul."
"She did manage to use it, but you all saw it. Look at what she summoned just now—could that even be called a Martial Soul? A three-hundred-thousand-year Martial Soul was swaying as though it might collapse at any moment, and it fell apart before even thirty seconds had passed. That's nothing like the strength of a Titled Douluo."
Poison Douluo had a sharp eye.
After Zhuge Lan's cordial "greeting" last night, he had realized that his own approach had been somewhat wrong. So, he had decided to personally teach Snowflake Douluo.
He wanted to guide her, draw out her strength, and bolster their side's power.
But what happened? After teaching her for ages, she had finally gained some understanding and directly summoned her Martial Soul Avatar.
Yet the result was that it looked as though a gust of wind could blow it away.
It was simply pathetic.
After hearing this, Zhuge Lan also grew curious, unsure of what exactly was going on.
After resting for quite a while,
Xue Ya finally regained her senses completely. However, her body swayed slightly. Clearly, summoning her Martial Soul earlier