Meanwhile, just as all the "God Candidates" were shocked by Qiu Tu's pace of progress...
Four States, Eastern City.
Zhao Ji sat expressionless in the main seat, staring at Larilo standing in front of her.
Sitting beside them were Qing Lan and Candle Dance.
As the main organizer of this "Heavenly God Trial," with Qiu Tu absent, Zhao Ji naturally held the highest authority.
Even after four days on the road, even just sitting upright there, Zhao Ji's posture remained tall and graceful, as if she were the purest ice sculpture in winter—her aura cool and noble.
Looking at her sister, Zhao Ji's eyes showed not a hint of emotion. She asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure Qiu Tu really told you this? That he doesn't need me?"
Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Larilo's lovely oval face was filled with seriousness. She parted her lips, crimson as blood, and began to speak,
"Yes. Qiu Tu talked to me specifically before starting the plan."
