"An Xiaoning, you're strong. You split these firewood as well."
The dry wood had just been split when a sturdy man walked over, pulling a wooden cart behind him, filled with various wooden blocks.
An Xiaoning cursed quietly in her heart, nodded but didn't reply, while the children of the same age around her watched with amusement, each wearing different expressions.
No choice but to keep splitting firewood.
While chopping, she thought about what was coming next.
In An Xiaoning's understanding, she sincerely wanted to join the sect directly.
If she were to join the sect, she could make something of herself and not be looked down upon by her parents. Tomorrow, sect members would come to test Spirit Roots, but she was uncertain about her results.
