Tomorrow was the day of the duel between Zhao Rong and Wang Jingang. However, despite cultivating for two consecutive days, Zhao Rong was still stuck at level ten. He recalled what Huang Mao had told him—if he didn't at least reach level eleven, facing the level-fifteen Wang Jingang would be incredibly dangerous.
No matter what, I have to cultivate tonight and level up.
With this resolve, he went alone to the cultivation hall of the Quanzhen Martial Sect, prepared to spend the entire night cultivating to enhance his True Qi.
However, just as Zhao Rong walked into the hall and sat down to meditate, a fairy-like woman with a face as lovely as peach blossoms sat down beside him. Looking at Zhao Rong, who was meditating with his eyes closed, she said gently, "Sorry to disturb you, but are you the legendary Zhao Rong?"
