The surrounding stares made her feel a surge of shame.
But even so, she still didn't dare to issue a challenge.
Her status as an Inner Sect Disciple was somewhat superficial; her strength was far inferior to Zhu Hao's.
He had been severely injured with a single glance. She was terrified that if she went up there, she would end up dead, her body and soul obliterated.
Clearly, compared to death, a moment of humiliation was nothing.
This led Zhuang Mingzhu to ultimately choose to flee in disgrace.
As she left, thinking of Zhong Ming's power and the nonchalant ease with which he had one-shot Zhu Hao, a rare sliver of regret rose in Zhuang Mingzhu's heart.
'Maybe we shouldn't have made an enemy of Zhong Ming back then.'
...
Zhong Ming paid no mind to Zhuang Mingzhu, who had fled, scared out of her wits.
Yawning as he walked over to Ji Qingyue's side, Zhong Ming spoke casually, "If you have something to do, hurry it up. I need to get back to my cultivation."
