The woman in purple, having suffered a merciless blow, nearly had her Dao heart collapse.
She had never dreamed that the seventh-grade spiritual root she was so proud of would be so far beneath a ninth-grade spiritual root!
In her heart, she no longer felt the slightest unwillingness to accept this ninth-grade spiritual root prodigy.
All that remained was immense dejection.
Jiang Fan left the secret chamber drenched in sweat.
Seeing that the woman in purple was also outside, he realized his cultivation had disturbed her. He hurriedly cupped his fists and said, Miss, Im sorry. I disturbed you.
Disturbed?
It was a blow!
The woman in purple looked at Jiang Fan with complicated feelings, etching his appearance deeply into her heart. Biting her silver teeth lightly, she said, My name is Liu Qingxian! Remember my name!
When you catch up to my realm, Ill have a showdown with you!