Of course, some passing disciples from other sects sounded rather sour. "She just got a little lucky. Who knows how things will turn out in the future?"
"Besides, she's only just drawn down the tribulation lightning. Who can guarantee that the person forming her nascent soul will succeed?"
Dressed entirely in black, Ning Fan swept a cold glance over the speaker before leaving.
The man who had spoken shuddered. He turned to look around and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one nearby was paying him any attention.
At that moment, whether in the Market or within the Azure Tide Sect, almost everyone had turned their gaze toward the sky above Ice Veil Peak.
The thunderclouds there had been gathering for an hour, yet still no lightning had fallen.
Someone could not help nodding off. "Did the person undergoing Advancement fail the questioning of the Dao?"
A disciple beside him smacked him hard on the back of the head. "What nonsense are you spouting? A senior is undergoing Advancement, and all you can do is say something dispiriting. If she'd failed the questioning of the Dao, the thunderclouds wouldn't even have appeared, let alone the tribulation lightning. Have some common sense, will you?"
The man beside him curled his lip, clearly not taking it to heart.
A golden defensive barrier enclosed one of the smaller peaks beneath Ice Veil Peak, while the tribulation clouds directly above it grew ever thicker.
Standing on Ice Veil Peak's Main Peak, Chu Luohen watched the thunderclouds overhead, his lips unconsciously pressing into a tight line.
Chu Mojin had also put away the careless expression that had once graced his face.
At last, the thunderclouds finished gathering, but they had plunged most of the small patch of sky directly above