The two girls stood at the opposite ends of the battle stage looking at each other. Neither one making a move. Mei could sense that this girl was different from the other stage four body refinement cultivators. She was calm and composed as if she had been in thousands of battles. She did not yell out some cringey phrase before drawing her sword and charging at her like the rest. No Mei could see in Shi Rong's eyes that she was a veteran. She knew not to rush in like a fool.