At midnight, Xia Jing was still able to move her body.
After a brief rest, she wiped away her tears, got up, and bowed to Zhao Xing in the sky.
Although she didn't speak, her attitude was clear: "I give up!"
Xia Jing was genuinely fed up.
First, there was the third-tier numbing fish fruit, and then the fourth-tier Fire Bright Green Gold.
Both numbing, fishy, and spicy... It was unbearable.
Chen Fang, Hu Bing, and Zhang Jie were right; there were still twenty-seven days of rigorous training left! If things continued this way, even if her body could withstand it, her mind would be scarred.
Even if no one else said anything, Xia Jing had no intention of continuing to be stubborn.
Seeing the proud Heir of the Marquis bow his head, Zhao Xing finally felt satisfied.
