Bai Xiaolan was suddenly infected by Fang Yu's inexplicable confidence.
She didn't even know why, she clearly knew this was almost an impossible task, but in that instant, she chose to believe.
Filled with confusion, filled with doubt.
Bai Xiaolan chose to believe.
When Fang Yu passed by the stele, the cold wind hit...
Fang Yu was shivering from the cold wind, trembling all over.
Almost couldn't stand steady.
Like a piece of paper, weak and about to topple.
Cultivators observing this outside the stele burst into laughter.
If he can't even stand steady, how could he possibly break through these ten restrictions?
This is simply a joke.
This moment pulled Bai Xiaolan back from her fantasy.
The belief she had for a moment was completely destroyed and crushed by the reality in front of her!
Bai Xiaolan regretted!
How could I have let him in? Foolish!
"No, I must find the State Preceptor!"
