Although Zuo Chao wasn't as dazzling as Ding Wanyan, he still ranked above average among all the Ancestors' Personal Disciples. He was also honest by nature, never caused trouble, and always worked diligently, following the proper steps in his cultivation. Myriad Ghost Ancestor might not have doted on him, but he did regard him as a true Personal Disciple. Given that Myriad Ghost Ancestor's wealth was slightly greater than that of cultivators at the same level, he would hardly let Zuo Chao go about too shabbily. All told, he had bestowed two Upper Grade Magic Items on him. However, the flying magic item that glowed white was only Low Grade, and its speed was far inferior to that of the Evil Ghost Banner and the Green Cloud Shuttle. He had only received those two Upper Grade combat items two years ago, when the Ancestor granted them to him to refine in preparation for the Grand Competition.
After seven or eight miles, it was obvious that Zuo Chao was starting to fall behind Ding Wanyan and Lei Dong. Women were more attentive to such things, after all. The moment Ding Wanyan noticed, she quietly slowed down and sent a telepathic message to Lei Dong.
As the two slowed, Zuo Chao quickly caught up. Lei Dong could see that he wasn't merely using Spirit Stones to power his magic item; he was already expending as much true qi as he could to control it. Though sweat glistened on his brow, he didn't seem embarrassed like the others might have. Instead, he said somewhat sheepishly, "Senior Sister Ding, Junior Brother Lei, go on ahead. You don't have to wait for me."
"Junior Brother Zuo, what are you saying?" Ding Wanyan chided him gently. "The three of us are fellow disciples. We came out