The people around couldn't help but burst into laughter. What did they see?! An Xiaoning was naturally without even a trace of a Spirit Root; she couldn't even meet the basic requirements.
An Xiaoning's mind went blank. She didn't know when she was pushed to the ground, and her hand was covered with dust from the surroundings.
Embarrassed beyond measure.
After coming to her senses.
She immediately got up from the ground, ready to seek help from the Sect disciple. Before she had the chance to speak, the Sect disciple spoke coldly.
"I advise you to give up. You have no fate with the path of immortality. Just go back and chop wood in a small village," the Sect disciple said.
"But...but it," An Xiaoning stammered, looking at the dust in her hand, not knowing why she was cradling it like it was a treasure.
The Sect disciple frowned deeply.
"Stop being noisy, leave quickly. We are not people you can approach!"
