"After Fifth Senior Sister heard that taking the championship of the Seven Peaks might make it possible to rescue the Peak Lord, she secretly kept practicing suspended iron inscription. She said she wasn't good at anything, and only had some proficiency in the Object Manipulation Technique she used to escape, so she kept practicing in secret, often crying out in pain all by herself."
Shi Wen spoke with deep concern.
Because he often helped tend the Medicine Garden, he had fairly frequent contact with Wu Mo.
"So that's how it was..."
Xu Taiping looked astonished.
Judging from the current situation, what Fifth Senior Sister had improved was not her Object Manipulation Technique, but her tolerance for the pain of Soul Weeping.
For Fifth Senior Sister, whose aptitude was ordinary, suspending three hundred jin of iron was already her limit. Forget adding two hundred jin-even adding one more jin would be exceedingly difficult.
By comparison, increasing her tolerance for pain was indeed much easier.
Just then.
Fifth Senior Sister Wu Mo straightened up once again.
She had been clenching her teeth so tightly that her mouth was already full of blood.
Yet she seemed not to notice at all, still smiling as she nodded to Elder Black Dragon and said:
"Sorry... for the trouble... Elder Black Dragon... please hang... all the remaining... ship-ballast iron... on it for me..."
At the sight, Elder Black Dragon's expression grew somewhat moved.
"All right."
He nodded, then raised his hand and hung both remaining pieces of ship-ballast iron, one large and one small, on the jade hairpin.
"Urgh..."
Although only another hundred jin had been added, to Wu Mo, whose Divine Soul had long since exceeded its limit of endurance, it was no different from a mountain.
Had she not practiced silently in secret so