An Rong stood in the doorway, looking at the people inside.
She had not slept well last night either.
She had kept wavering between cultivating and sleeping.
Everything she had learned told her that sleeping was the right choice, so she could cultivate better tomorrow.
But the courtyard's number one told her that staying up all night cultivating was the right choice.
If she went to sleep now, others would gain an entire night's lead over her.
She would never be able to make it up.
Because others would not rest and let her catch up.
She was already troubled, and now, as soon as she entered, she heard that the courtyard's number one was looking through his little notebook again.
It was a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.
She approached him and quietly tried to negotiate. "Could you cross this out?"
Jiang Man answered with a smile.
She had not even mentioned Spirit Sources. How could he cross it out?
At this moment, he felt that Fang Yong was needed. These people had no experience.
Afterward, the people of the Ninth Small Courtyard arrived one after another.
When Cao Cheng came in, Jiang Man picked up the little notebook and began leafing through it again.
Cao Cheng froze at the sight.
Then An Rong went over to him and whispered something.
Hearing this, Cao Cheng froze, finding it somewhat hard to believe.
An Rong's face was full of resentment. "If it weren't for you, how would I have ended up like this?"
"You should lose some flesh. Your brain isn't getting enough blood, and it makes you look brainless," Cao Cheng kindly reminded her.
"This is my advantage," An Rong said earnestly, straightening up.
"Everyone is fighting tooth and nail to reach Foundation Establishment and raise their cultivation.