Facing Jiang Long's taunts, Lou An gritted his teeth, his face alternating between red and white with embarrassment.
His hands clenched tightly into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
At this moment, Li Jiayin interrupted their conversation.
Her voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Everyone shut up, Junior Disciple Lin hasn't finished yet!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned and turned their gaze to Xu Wendong.
Xu Wendong had already reached the eighth layer, wouldn't he stop now?
Could it be he truly intended to directly charge to that mysterious ninth layer?
Everyone understood that with the Nine-layered Glazed Treasure Tower, the higher you go, the harder it gets.
Besides requiring extremely strong soul power, one's own talent plays a crucial role.
The higher the talent, the higher the level one can reach.
Even someone like Li Jiayin, a so-called prodigy, had only reached the eighth layer.
