Ling Dang stared at Jiang Man, watching how he cultivated.
They were geniuses too, but not on Jiang Man's level.
She wanted to see for herself what separated them.
It was true that pitifully few Outer Sect disciples ever participated in the Immortal Sect's Grand Competition.
So, there was no harm in observing someone like him.
The sky gradually darkened.
The Monk finished his chanting.
He glanced to the side and saw that Jiang Man had stopped cultivating and was now reading an Array Book.
He wasn't surprised. Promotion Skills were difficult to master; one had to alternate between practice and contemplation.
But when he looked over at Ling Dang, he found her frozen in place, her eyes wide with shock and terror.
"Ling Dang?" Monk Zhen Kong asked, a little surprised.
He didn't understand her reaction.
Seeing she didn't react, he called her name again.
