Su Mengyao sat slumped on the ground alone.
The rain had long since soaked her clothes through. Her sodden, plain white dress clung to her body, outlining her shapely curves.
Rainwater kept dripping down her slightly pale cheeks.
Su Mengyao's dark eyes stared straight at Zhou Chen, as though she had seen the most inconceivable thing in the world.
In her eyes, this junior brother, who had decent talent, worked hard, and valued his bonds with others, was promising material, but far from someone who could astound her.
She had seen the true geniuses of the Inner City and knew that, however hard the people of the Outer City worked, a gap ultimately remained between them and those true geniuses.
Yet everything before her eyes tore her understanding apart.
Zhou Chen, whom she had never considered particularly significant, had actually tempered his tendons and flesh into Golden Tendon Flesh.
Judging by the fluctuations of his Blood Vitality, he had unmistakably reached Major Accomplishment as a Second-Rank Martial Artist.
Su Mengyao could not help casting her mind back in bewilderment. How long had it been since Zhou Chen broke through to Second-Rank Martial Artist? Two months at the very most? How had he reached Major Accomplishment as a Second-Rank Martial Artist in the blink of an eye? Did he encounter no bottlenecks when breaking through? Was it truly as simple as drinking water?
All these questions filled her mind.
She even wondered whether the pill Zhang Shaojiu had forced down her throat had made her hallucinate. But why would her hallucination be of Zhou Chen, of all people?
"Senior Sister Su, you seem to be injured. Your aura is unsteady. Have you been poisoned?"
Seeing Su Mengyao staring at him in shock and disbelief, Zhou Chen reached out and slapped the