"Thank you, Master!" Ding Ruoxing had originally planned to fight three more consecutive battles and earn five points as soon as possible, but when I told her to rest for the night, she obeyed my order without hesitation.
The disciples were all dumbstruck. Most of them remained skeptical, and once again hurled sarcastic remarks at Ding Ruoxing. Winning three battles in a row without losing even once was difficult in any disciple's eyes, let alone for a prematurely aged child.
Besides, who didn't know that the female swordswoman surnamed Wang was already so furious that her face had turned green? Wouldn't she be preparing all kinds of schemes tonight?
So whether it was true or not, no one was optimistic about Ding Ruoxing.
Ding Ruoxing left on her own and had no intention of continuing to watch the matches. She immediately turned back toward the disciples' residence. The matches at the sword-testing arena did continue, but without Ding Ruoxing, they seemed much more monotonous.
After returning to her room, Ding Ruoxing was still shaken and, naturally, gasping for breath. "Master, what should we do? Just now, Xing'er saw Senior Sister Tang Qi sending you a voice transmission. She must be angry that Xing'er defeated Yang Pingping and Hai Ziyu. If I can't win five matches today, I'm afraid they'll have some other scheme tonight..."
"You've still got a bit of cleverness in you." I smiled. This disciple actually had good comprehension and a sound temperament. Though she was prematurely aged, her mind worked quite well.
"Master, could it be that you already have some wonderful plan? Xing'er is all ears!" Xing'er immediately brightened.
I couldn't help smiling. "Your master isn't a prophet who knows everything in advance, nor can I truly read minds from afar. How would I know what