Failure.
Failure.
Failure.
...
Ji You had lost count of how many times she had failed. Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, her face a mix of pale and green, a trace of white froth at her lips, her figure swaying like a weak willow in the wind.
But——
She still stood resolutely, never falling.
Mu Jianling watched silently, neither interrupting Ji You nor stopping her, instead crossing her arms and observing in silence. In a short time, Ji You had already failed 69 times! It was a terrifying number, because repeatedly depleting one's spiritual power like this is extremely unwise and dangerous.
In Mu Jianling's eyes, or rather her entire teaching career, almost no student had gotten to this point.
Almost none.
Mu Jianling used the word 'almost' because there was once someone who had.
Once before...
