Moving up step by step, she felt like a deer in headlights, filled with trepidation.
The feeling of being watched and focused on by tens of thousands of eyes made her panic. She was at a loss. Her right hand was tightly grabbing the sword handle. With the grade 7 5 color sword that Zong Shou gave her in her hand, only then did she feel some support in her heart, the courage to continue to walk on.
The many common people path disciples at the front all made way, weird expressions filled their face. The people around were in deep conversation, what they said spread into her ears. They forgot to use true qi to cover her ears, the more she heard the more anxious she got, her thoughts were in chaos.
"Is the sect joking, it is her? Aren't we going to lose face?"
"From today on our common people, path disciples will never be able to raise our heads. We can forget about speaking loudly in front of other factions and sects…"