"W-, what!?"
Hearing this, Wu Yuqian was once again taken completely aback. She abruptly raised her head, looking at Ning Ruoxuan in utter shock, and cried out in alarm, "Eighth Level of the Forming Yuan Stage!? T-, this, how is this possible!?"
The middle-aged matron forced another wry smile. "Though it sounds unbelievable, it is the truth!"
She then continued, "For that young girl to possess such astonishing cultivation at such a young age... without any accident, she likely hails from one of the Secret Realm Immortal Gates!"
"Your cousin's friends are very likely Immortal Gate disciples as well!"
"Hiss..."
Wu Yuqian drew in a sharp breath. By now, she was struck with a shock beyond description.
At this moment, she finally understood why her cousin, including Ning Ruoxuan earlier at the villa, had said Zhao Tian was not yet qualified for Ning Wangshu and the others to toast him!
Judging by the current situation, Zhao Tian indeed lacked that qualification!
Even Ning Ruoxuan, who claimed to be the weakest, possessed the cultivation of the eighth level of the Forming Yuan Stage. Wu Yuqian simply dared not imagine what kind of cultivation Ning Wangshu and the others—who were even stronger than Ning Ruoxuan—must have...
Regardless of how shaken Wu Yuqian was at the moment, Xu Wenlong, Sister Fei, Xiao Nuan, and the others on the other side were rendered even more beyond shock!
Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as they blankly stared in disbelief at Zhao Tian, who had been casually swatted off the stage by a mere wave of Ning Ruoxuan's hand and now lay there heavily injured. Then, they looked back at Ning Ruoxuan, who stood poised and completely at ease upon the stage.
They couldn't help but swallow hard in difficulty, completely at a