Among them, the ones having the hardest time were not the two support-type soul masters, Oscar and Ning Rongrong.
The one suffering the most was Zhu Zhuqing. Her body had already been nearing its limit at dawn, and before she had recovered for long, she was subjected to another round of high-intensity training.
It was immense torment for both her body and mind.
She glanced at Ye Lin, clenched her fists, and forced herself to hold on.
Sister Lin was under even greater pressure—pressure equivalent to her own body's endurance. If she could hold on, then so could she.
Their training continued for a full hour, and every one of them felt as though their bodies were about to fall apart.
"Time's up."
"Class dismissed!"
Zhao Wuji dropped those words, and all six of them collapsed to the ground in unison.
Ye Lin circulated her soul technique once, easing the discomfort in her body slightly, then walked over to Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing wanted nothing more than to lie there without moving and rest. She was nearly unconscious.
Ye Lin forcibly roused her, then ignored her.
She crossed her long legs and sat down on the ground, circulating her soul technique to cultivate.
Physical exhaustion was far easier to clear away through cultivation, making it much more effective than resting.
After seeing Ye Lin sitting cross-legged, Zhu Zhuqing likewise forced herself to sit up and cultivate with her soul technique.
If Sister Lin could do it, then so could she. Their talents might differ, but their effort could be the same.
Zhao Wuji glanced at the two of them in surprise but said nothing.
Sometimes, the gap between people was widened bit by bit through accumulated days and months.
Today's training lasted only that short hour. The rest of the