"That's good." Su Chen smiled, not asking Feng Yinqing why she was so confident, knowing she had her own secrets, while he had even more of them.
"I can only be at the very back; I... I already feel like I can't hold on anymore." On one side, Nan Yunyi said softly, her voice tinged with gloom.
"It's alright, you're my little maid. Even if your strength is lacking, who dares to bully you?" Su Chen comforted with a smile, even raising his hand to stroke Nan Yunyi's head.
Nan Yunyi's grievances, inferiority, and unwillingness vanished suddenly.
"Alright, let's begin." The next moment, the elder spoke: "To strike the Sacred Pattern Bell, the prerequisite is that you can come over here and pick up this Holy Pattern Staff!"
There was a hint of mocking in the elder's calm voice.
Why?
Because, to get close to the Sacred Pattern Bell, one must withstand extremely terrifying pressure.
The closer you get, the greater the pressure.
