Clearly, regardless of the reason, Chu Zheng's trust in her may have begun to waver.
Song Lingxue slowly clenched her palm, her fingers covered by the dark gold arm armor gripping tightly, knuckles turning slightly white from exertion, making a subtle creaking sound.
After a while, she took a deep breath, the icy air filled with stardust and bloody scent, like countless tiny ice needles, pouring into her lungs.
The extreme cold quickly suppressed the tumultuous emotions within her.
She needed to stay calm at this moment, and she must remain calm.
The Heavenly Punishment had already noticed something, sending her to the battlefield, perhaps to test her.
As Fu Pinglan's direct lineage, the Heavenly Punishment might have already sensed Chu Zheng's identity but remains suspicious.
The Martial Ancestor commanded Wan Wenfeng to withdraw from this matter, also showing a stance towards her, indicating that the doors of convenience previously opened for her have come to an end.
