Ning Rongrong couldn't understand her situation at all.
Cuihua was clearly an ordinary person without a trace of Soul Power, yet she insisted on joining Ma Hongjun and the others in training. She was only making herself suffer.
Was it really necessary?
As he ran, Ma Hongjun noticed Ning Rongrong holding his wife back, and it bothered him.
"It's different," Cuihua said between gasps. "You're a Soul Master. You've been privileged since the day you were born. You don't understand what ordinary people like us go through."
"I might not be able to run as far as you, but I'm willing to work toward that goal."
"I'm not doing it to show anyone anything. I'm doing it to change my own situation."
"You can't rely on anyone forever. In the end, you have to rely on yourself."
Ning Rongrong froze.
Cuihua pulled her wrist free and trudged slowly onward.
What Cuihua had said sounded so much like something her father, Ning Fengzhi, would say.
But her father was the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. How could an ordinary village girl compare to him?
Working toward a goal...
Was I really wrong?
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth. After hesitating for a long while, she finally started running.
From the second floor, Flender stared in surprise when he saw Ning Rongrong move. He shook his head. "What a shame. There goes my chance to show off."
If he ever met his old friends again, how impressive would it sound to tell them he'd taught the Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect a lesson?
Now Cuihua had beaten him to it.
What a shame. A real shame.
"Has Ning Rongrong turned over a new leaf?" Qian Chenzhou watched her wipe the sweat from her forehead with