Time continued to trickle away.
In the blink of an eye, another three days had passed.
Even Xian Xiaoying, who had come here because life held no meaning and she wanted to venture out and find some excitement—even if it meant brushing against death or simply dying—had long since been exhausted by the unceasing battles, so tired that she did not want to move at all.
Xian Mengyao had begun yearning for the big bed in her residence on Shuiyue Mountain, from before they had come for this trial.
If only she could sleep peacefully for once. How wonderful would that be!
But, but, but...
Why did that hateful brat never get tired?
Though there was some difference in their ages, and they gave others the impression of being one older and one younger, that was only in terms of mentality. Their actual ages were not that far apart.
They were young and low in cultivation, and while part of it was because they were not skilled in battle—
The problem was that they had not taken part in very many battles along the way to begin with.
They simply could not endure it.
Of the five who had been fighting continuously—
Even Dongfang Lu could barely lift her feet while walking now. She dragged them through the grass and was occasionally tripped by weeds.
Though she would not actually fall, it was not much better.
Then she looked at Qin Shaofeng, still full of life and energy as he walked at the very front. Even Dongfang Lu, who had liked Qin Shaofeng the most at the start, could not help but feel hatred rise in her heart.
That bastard, did he not know how to get tired?
Little did she know—
At this moment, Xian Xiaoying and Xian Mengyao