"I've heard that the girl in white is even stronger than the one in purple," someone whispered, providing more specific information, "One is from the side branch, the other from the direct lineage, yet the side branch's talent and strength surpass the direct lineage's. This is rare in a big family."
"In terms of looks, the one in white is also superior, with such a clean aura."
The discussions in the audience drifted intermittently into the ears of the eight contestants. Some ignored it, closing their eyes to adjust their state; some moved their fingertips subtly, silently familiarizing themselves with the herbs in front of them; and some, like Dongfang Xi, hung their heads low, long hair covering the cold surging in her eyes—those discussions pierced her heart like needles, with anger and jealousy growing wildly in her chest.
