The pill-refining disciples took the stage one after another.
The most eye-catching among them were Gu Ningyun, Tang Wuchen, Ming Yun, and a disciple dressed in the Water Moon School's sect robes.
Clad in pink, Gu Ningyun wore a smile in her eyes, every movement carrying the elegance of a young lady from a distinguished family. She looked intelligent and gentle.
Many of the male cultivators below the stage could hardly tear their eyes away.
Gu Ningyun collected her number token and quickly made her way to her assigned pill furnace.
Below the stage, Lie Wushuang waved wildly at Gu Ningyun, her eyes brimming with undisguised delight.
The two fellow disciples beside Lie Wushuang looked rather helpless, unable to bear watching her any longer.
"Eldest Senior Sister, we know you're very close to Fellow Daoist Gu, but our own disciples are up there too. At least spare us a little dignity." Most importantly, those two disciples belonged to the same school as her.
Lie Wushuang curled her lip in disdain. "Don't they know their own abilities? As if they could compare with my Ningyun!"
The two disciples exchanged helpless glances, deciding to make another attempt to salvage their senior sister. "Well, whatever their abilities, they're representing us in the competition."
"Was I the one who told them to compete?"
The two junior disciples shook their heads.
"If I didn't tell them to go up there, why should they represent me?"
As far as Lie Wushuang was concerned, only Gu Ningyun could represent her. What did anyone else have to do with her?
Faced with a senior sister who had not the slightest affection for her fellow disciples, the two junior disciples finally gave up trying to salvage her. At the same time, however, they secretly planned to report the matter