In the dim light, song qingxiao looked down and saw a few daggers scattered around her feet. They were the weapons she had prepared to bring into the trial space, but they were rejected by the trial space.
She rolled the long whip into a ball and hung it at her waist. She bent down to pick up the dagger. This thing could not be brought into the trial space, so it lost the purpose of her original preparation. There was no use keeping it, so she threw it into the trash can at the side.
When he came out of the kitchen, his mother, Tang Yun, was still holding the bowl in a daze. The food in the bowl was still steaming.
Song qingxiao had been in the trial space for almost five days, but the time in the real world had not changed much since she left.
"What was that sound just now?"
