"What are you talking about?"
A Magic Cultivator disciple, unhappy with the comment, scolded sternly, "Elder Lin is a legend of the Ethereal Immortal Palace and the most likely to ascend to the Immortal Realm. How can you recklessly slander him?"
"Ahem ahem."
Lin Qingluo coughed, beads of cold sweat dripping from the back of his head.
Was it really necessary for them to get so worked up over her casual remark?
"What's wrong with what she said?"
A Martial Cultivator, unhappy with the response, retorted, "Relying on luck to advance, without real combat power, what's the use of ascending to the Immortal Realm? Won't they be a coward when they encounter a Demon Lord or Demon General?"
"Uh?"
Lin Qingluo flicked her eyes, caught a glimpse of the disciple and felt it necessary to explain.
Her actual combat power was actually quite good.
She did not reveal her real strength at the Ascension Tournament because those people were not at her level, and it wasn't worth her effort.
