Because Feng Qing'er had worn herself out using Heaven Swallowing Earth Devouring, she failed completely before even lasting fifteen minutes.
However, as the guardian, Yang Shan had no problem giving his own people a little preferential treatment. (Though there was no way to give players preferential treatment.) The Creation Saint would not be stingy over a few Trial Points, either.
Twenty minutes later, Yang Shan slowly poured Feng Qing'er some tea. "Did you remember everything I just told you?"
Feng Qing'er hesitated.
"I remembered."
Don't ask how Feng Qing'er had gotten through those last five or six minutes.
In any case, her face was flushed now. Though Yang Shan had clearly placed a chair beside her, she stubbornly held her teacup and refused to sit.
Yang Shan did not feel right scolding Feng Qing'er for refusing to show him respect. He told her to sit, but she would not.
After all, it was not that Feng Qing'er was refusing to show him respect. Her backside hurt terribly the moment it touched anything.
Only after watching Feng Qing'er finish her tea did Yang Shan ask:
"Do you resent me?"
At those words, Feng Qing'er actually smiled self-mockingly.
What kind of life had Feng Qing'er lived before? She had merely been a tool of the Eagle Phoenix Branch, mocked by others as a mongrel.
What kind of life did she live now? She had strength when she wanted strength, status when she wanted status, and dignity when she wanted dignity.
No matter where she went, she could hold her head high.
Everyone knew she was proud, yet no one dared utter a single objection!
It was not all bestowed upon her by the Young Pavilion Master.
But she had staked everything and given it her all to earn it from the Young