Bai Rou had always given people a delicate, frail impression. Even though Li Yan had visited the Woodstream Sect twice, he had noticed that this senior sister's cultivation had improved.
Yet he had never seen Bai Rou truly make a move. She was still the somewhat timid senior sister from his past impressions of combat.
A few days earlier, Li Yan had naturally seen the battle reports submitted by the disciples below. In this battle, his senior sister had actually slain five Golden Core Realm cultivators.
The combat strength she displayed had shone brilliantly even among cultivators of the same realm. Even Li Wuyi could not compare to her.
Although the initial battle reports might contain discrepancies, the Affairs Hall would later seek out each person for a detailed verification, ultimately confirming everyone's kill count and rewarding them according to their merits.
When Li Yan saw the battle report, he had even begun to wonder whether this person was truly the Senior Sister Bai Rou he knew.
At this moment, Bai Rou's already fair, jade-like face appeared even paler. Though the great battle had ended several days ago, she still looked exhausted.
Although the actual clash had lasted only dozens of breaths, Bai Rou had seen the extreme danger on Li Yan's side and had been unable to offer even the slightest assistance. She had been anxious beyond measure.
What angered her even more was that these people had actually ruined her junior brother's Nascent Soul celebration. Indignant, she had deployed every puppet in her possession the moment she attacked.
Even though she had cultivated the Celestial Spirit Clan's secret art, and her Divine Sense was far stronger than that of cultivators at the same level, summoning so many puppets at once was still not something she could sustain for