She paused, her fine brows arching slightly as a flicker of admiration rose in her heart.
For two days, they had traveled hard, riding a hundred li each day and braving the elements. The journey had left even her exhausted, yet Yang Jing still had the energy to train. His perseverance was truly astonishing.
'I wonder what Father is doing right now?'
Sun Ningxiang thought to herself.
She had lost her mother at a young age and grown up in Yuhe County. For the past twenty years, she had spent most of her time at Sun's Martial Arts Hall. Now, far from her father and her home, a sense of melancholy washed over her.
Sun Ningxiang thought about it carefully.
'Did I really agree to come to the Xuanzhen Sect for some fated opportunity? To break through to the Huajin Realm?'
