Friends, Teammates

She wanted to stand here, to use these top-tier training facilities, to train alongside the Heaven Dou Empire's most outstanding young Soul Masters, and to grow stronger with them.

More importantly—

She turned her head to look at Snow White beside her.

Sunlight streamed through the dome's soul-tool lamps and fell upon Snow White, casting a soft halo over her pale golden court gown. She stood there with a straight posture, her bearing cool and noble, as though, like this training ground, she had been born to stand at the center of everyone's attention.

Ning Rongrong wanted to stand by her side.

Not as a friend looking up at her from below the stage, but as a teammate fighting shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Sister Xue..." Ning Rongrong said softly. "This place looks amazing."

Snow White turned to look at her, and Ning Rongrong's somewhat despondent profile was reflected in those clear eyes.

She reached out and gently took Ning Rongrong's hand.

"Yes, it is." Snow White's voice was calm, yet it carried a reassuring strength.

"So Rongrong must work even harder."

Feeling the faint coolness from Snow White's palm, Ning Rongrong felt a little saddened.

She understood what Snow White meant. Only by becoming stronger would she qualify to stand here.

But... she had already worked very hard.

Ever since meeting Snow White, she had no longer been the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who only wanted to play around all day.

She had begun cultivating seriously, studying all kinds of theoretical knowledge for support-type Soul Masters, and trying to control her spoiled, willful temper.

At only twelve years old, she had already broken through to level thirty-one. Even within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, such a cultivation speed was unprecedented.

But... it still