The disciples waiting outside the Heartflow Tower wore faint, almost imperceptible smiles.
Luo Zheng was, after all, a disciple of their own sword school, so they could hardly say much. In their hearts, however, they naturally hoped he would fail, and events were unfolding just as they had expected.
The women in white had no such reservations.
"As expected of someone rated 'Lower Lower' two months in a row."
"I think he'll struggle on the first floor for a while, then come out when he can't stand it anymore."
"One incense stick at most..."
As they spoke, they turned their gazes toward Xiao Yin and Xiao Xin.
"Young Master Luo really might not be up to it," Xiao Xin said.
"As long as he tries his best," Xiao Yin said, watching the golden point of light. "At least Young Master Luo hasn't chosen to give up. He's still doing everything he can to leap up to the second floor of the Heartflow Tower."
"You really know how to comfort yourself, Xiao Yin. Hehe..." A woman in white beside her chuckled. "Before he entered the tower, those solemn promises of his sounded so impressive. Now look at how poorly he's doing!"
Xiao Yin glared at the woman in white.
The woman's name was Su Yin, and she was especially good at stirring up trouble among the women in white. Xiao Yin herself no longer cared, yet Su Yin insisted on provoking her.
"His time isn't up yet. Our young master still has a chance," Xiao Yin said.
"A chance? Hehe..." Su Yin merely laughed a few times, not bothering to say more.
Anyone with eyes could see that someone performing as Luo Zheng was would almost never have a chance to turn things around.
Xiao Yin knew that too, of course,