"Aren't we going to help?"
Seeing Tang San and Xiao Wu already fighting Zhao Wuji, Ning Rongrong turned to Zhu Zhuqing beside her and asked in bewilderment.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes slightly and gave her a cold glance.
"He's a level seventy-six Soul Saint. As a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, surely you know what a Soul Saint is?"
"Do you think our cultivation is enough to break through his defenses?"
"The best approach should be to dodge his attacks, wait for openings, and stall as long as possible, not use offense as defense and charge in without thinking. Isn't that just offering ourselves up for a beating?"
"Besides, the test is to withstand his attacks for one incense stick's worth of time, not defeat him."
Ning Rongrong thought Zhu Zhuqing had a point, but still spoke up.
"But without the two of us, they won't hold out for long, will they?"
Zhu Zhuqing's tone remained icy.
"That's fine. As long as they buy us a little time."
Ning Rongrong was briefly speechless.
"Uh... so your plan is to have Tang San and Xiao Wu buy time for us?"
Zhu Zhuqing glanced at her indifferently, her eyes saying, What else?
Unaware of Zhu Zhuqing's true thoughts, Ning Rongrong blinked her beautiful, diamondlike, glass-green eyes in confusion.
"But if Tang San and Xiao Wu fall, won't we be next?"
"With just the two of us, we won't be able to withstand Zhao Wuji's attacks either, will we?"
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing remain unmoved, watching the fight coldly without the slightest intention of intervening, Ning Rongrong sighed softly and said rather helplessly,
"Let me make this clear first. I'm just a support-type spirit master with hardly any combat ability. Apart from maintaining my soul power output and providing