From what Qiao Ranran knew of Wen Ziheng, he had always kept a good attitude. Whatever setbacks he encountered, he could quickly collect himself, then pursue his goal with renewed vigor. He would never give up.
Judging by Wen Ziheng's current state, perhaps the setbacks of his previous life simply had not hit hard enough. They had always fallen within what he could bear, letting him turn them into motivation and grow stronger. Now, though, this setback seemed to have exceeded his limits. Even the spirit in his eyes was different.
It seemed defeating someone was easy, but breaking them was another matter.
Qiao Ranran tugged at Pei Ling's sleeve and whispered, "Do you even need to make a move against someone like that?"
"Better safe than sorry." As he had said before, he disliked threats. Pei Ling watched Wen Ziheng, who seemed like an entirely different person. "Could someone like him still have the Fortune to stumble upon the Ruins of the Divine-Demon Battlefield?"
Qiao Ranran smiled. "It's fine. I brought so many people along precisely for this moment. Even if Wen Ziheng's Fortune has run out, we still have ours!"
"Oh?" Pei Ling actually thought that no matter how many others came, they probably could not match the strange boost he got when he held Qiao Ranran's hand.
Qiao Ranran had learned from Yan Qingsui that a Minor Secret Realm would open soon. Its requirements were strict: only Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators could enter. It opened just once every hundred years, a chance one could encounter but never seek out. Rumor had it that the realm was full of Mineral Deposits, making it enormously tempting to Sword Cultivators.
After a little roundabout questioning, she had learned that Wei Huai and Yu Mingxuan would both be coming. Presumably, Wen