Bo Saixi: Let Them Be

"Both of you, come up as well."

Ye Yuan turned back and glanced at Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who stood below the steps.

Xiao Wu bit her lip, lowered her head, and stepped onto the stairs.

Because she still retained the foundation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she could barely endure the pressure at the lower levels.

Zhu Zhuqing, however, had a much harder time.

Although the Primordial Bell had matured her body to the peak condition of an adult, she did not possess a trace of Soul Power. She was completely ordinary.

The moment she stepped onto the first stair, the invisible pressure made her legs go weak, nearly forcing her to her knees.

But Zhu Zhuqing neither begged for mercy nor retreated.

She clenched her teeth tightly, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Relying solely on her physical strength and that unyielding stubbornness, she forced herself to stand firm on the step.

"Not bad perseverance."

Ye Yuan looked at Zhu Zhuqing's proud curves, which trembled slightly from exertion, and a trace of approval flashed through his eyes.

He did not use Soul Power to help her. He merely stood above with his hands behind his back, watching her struggle on her own.

Not far away, Bo Saixi and Sea Seahorse Douluo stood in the shadows of the woods, watching the scene.

"High Priest, they're being far too presumptuous!"

Sea Seahorse Douluo clenched his fists and said angrily in a low voice:

"Sea God Mountain is so sacred, yet that Holy Son of Spirit Hall actually brought maids and attendants to stroll about on its steps. This is practically blasphemy against the gods!"

"Shut up."

Bo Saixi's face was livid, and she felt just as stifled inside.

But what could she do?

That blond old man