She walked away, resentment twisting tightly in her chest. Lana was simply too lucky.
Not only had she lived in Brenda's place for so many years, but she had also awakened such an outstanding talent.
As the thought lingered, Brenda suddenly paused.
"That's impossible," she murmured in confusion. "How could someone from a poor slum family awaken as a mystic cultivator?"
Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought and returned to her own department.
Soon, news spread that the department would be holding a practical training session. The moment Brenda heard this, a smirk crept onto her lips.
'This is my chance,' she thought confidently. 'As long as I perform well in the practical exam, my parents will praise me even more.'
Just as she was basking in that assurance, faint murmurs reached her ears from behind.
"Did you see Lana? She's so pretty."
"She used to be the campus belle, you know."
