Luo Xue stood quietly to one side, awaiting the outcome. Wang Zhan could feel the anguish Luo Xue was enduring. If she can bear this, it will be an excellent outcome, he thought. After all, if Luo Xue's strength improves sufficiently, I won't need to watch over her so closely, and she could even become my right-hand woman.
But the current situation was far from certain. Accepting an inheritance brings immense pressure, far beyond what ordinary people can imagine, Wang Zhan knew all too well. Besides, Luo Xue is a young woman. I naturally worry she might not withstand such pain. Her cultivation could stagnate, and all our efforts would be for naught.
As time ticked away, Wang Zhan was on tenterhooks for Luo Xue. An enormous vortex appeared between Heaven and Earth, seeming to link the sky and the coastline. Luo Xue stood quietly within this huge vortex, while the Black Tortoise Venerable beside her relentlessly swung his arms, doing his utmost to alleviate some of her pain.
