Lying on her wide mattress, Zhi Rui stared at her ceiling. Nothing went the way she wanted. If it did, at this time, those Dao protectors should've contacted their masters and started a bidding war to win her over. Zhi Rui would profit the most, then she would gain information about their masters and start preparing. But now everything has to be rushed.
Zhi Rui clicked her tongue. Not only did she not get to profit, she even had to incur a venerable's animosity. Although it felt good to curse so openly, the aftermath still dreadful.
"Ugh!" A prickling pain stung her chest, the attack Zhang Wei launched was strong enough to kill someone of her level, and even with another venerable defending, the collision still cut through her defenses like hot knife through butter and a venerable wound takes more time to heal.
