When Goods Are Compared, One Gets Thrown Away; When People Are Compared, It Drives You Mad! Insane, a Ten-Thousand-Year Fourth Spirit Ring?

On the clearing.

Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu left.

Only Ning Rongrong remained, standing there in a daze.

The evening breeze gently brushed through her hair and skirts, slowly sorting out her thoughts as well.

Lin Qingmo's words had jolted her awake as if from a dream.

"I wasn't wrong... but I wasn't taking responsibility for myself."

"My fate should be in my own hands..."

His calm words echoed clearly in her mind, striking repeatedly against her heart.

Her tears had long since dried.

In their place, a gradually brightening light ignited deep within those beautiful eyes that had once been filled with arrogance.

Her confusion and grievances slowly dispersed like morning mist.

A clear thought unlike any she had ever had broke through the soil, taking root and growing in her heart.

That was right.

She was Ning Rongrong.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

That was her pride, her foundation.

But she could not, and should not, forever remain a glazed flower dependent on a great tree, needing meticulous protection.

The sect's shelter was certainly warm and powerful.

But the storms outside were ultimately something she had to face herself.

If she could not even endure the hardship of running, if she could not even achieve basic self-discipline, then what right did she have to control her own destiny in the future?

And what right did she have to contribute when the sect might need her?

A delicate flower could perhaps remain in a greenhouse forever.

But she, Ning Rongrong... no longer wanted to be only a flower.

She wanted to become a towering tree that could stand shoulder to shoulder with Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, perhaps even protect them!

At the very least, she had to start by facing these twenty laps