Qin Jiuge Steps In. "Xianggu, you've lost your mind. If you want to do something like that, you first need tremendous strength.
And with what you have now, even if you do have some ability, the gap is still far, far too great.
I don't think you can succeed."
Xue Niang's brows knitted tightly, and at once she quickly made her thoughts clear.
Peony, meanwhile, was as foolish as ever. She blinked, then asked in the direction of the voice, "What exactly should we do?"
In that instant, Peony, this fence-sitter, had seen Xianggu's current formal status as an inner disciple, and how she could faintly contend with those inner disciples. Her turning about took no more than the blink of an eye.
Xue Niang, at the side, could do nothing about it. After all, it was her own inadequacy, so blaming others here would not help in the slightest.
What it emphasized was simply the truth.
So now, no matter how her chest rose and fell, useless was useless.
In the end, she still sat there and listened to someone else's instructions.
"It's very simple. Bring the Yin-Yang Platform here. I'll fight them, and naturally, you won't be hurt here.
That will be enough.
What you need to do is just that simple.
Well?
If I win in the end, naturally the two of you can take another step forward and break through.
If I lose, then this supreme-grade cauldron can also go according to your original plan.
Perhaps if these senior brothers and sisters have somewhat better temperaments, they really might let you take a share or two as well.
Though in my view, that probability is simply not high, but let that be.
Still, since every one of you has actually thought that way, naturally, everything will