Zhan Lan, who had been utterly dejected a moment before, froze at his words. That was right-why hadn't she thought of that?
So what if her martial soul was a pebble? As long as she developed it in the right direction, it could still work perfectly well.
Seeing that Zhan Lan was thinking it over, Li Xiaoyi grew increasingly enthusiastic.
"I can't speak for Zhang Qing's other skills, but before he joined Liangshan, he defended Dongchang Prefecture and struck fifteen of Liangshan's great generals with his flying stones alone. Sister Zhan Lan, exchange for that skill and you'll instantly be a warrior on par with a military general."
While she was pondering this, Li Xiaoyi continued, "There's also Deng Chanyu from Investiture of the Gods. She was just a mortal, yet her Five-Colored Stone could wound figures like Nezha and Kong Xuan."
"Sister Zhan Lan, if you develop your pebble properly, everyone who sees you will have to cover their face first!"
Zhan Lan's mind raced. She looked up at the Main God and gritted her teeth. "Main God, I want to exchange for the Stone-Throwing Technique of Zhang Qing, the Featherless Arrow."
In an instant, a pillar of light enveloped Zhan Lan and lifted her into the air. When her feet touched the ground again, she was still a little dazed.
She looked down at her hands, then abruptly turned and ran toward her room. The others exchanged glances and, seeing that she had left the door open, followed her inside.
Zhan Lan placed her hand on the doorknob and closed her eyes briefly. When she pushed the door open, a tropical rainforest came into view.
The fallen leaves crunched beneath their feet, but Zhan Lan had already run deep into the rainforest.
She took a deep breath and