The three people's eyes were filled with respect from beginning to end, yet still retained a fiery intensity.
The Cruel Man was somewhat better; compared to Ye Fan and Wushi, she was more restrained.
After all, she was a woman, and while her temperament was not as cold as an iceberg, it was by no means fiery either. She was more like a lotus, isolated from the world — one can admire from afar but not desecrate.
However, upon learning that Jiang Hui had entered the Sacrificial Path State, she couldn't help but frequently glance over.
Of course, her gaze naturally did not carry any implications of romance.
Like Wushi, she felt mostly a sense of admiration.
Admiration for the endless path ahead, contemplating how slow her own cultivation speed truly was.
Marveling at the bustling world, how could someone's cultivation speed be this fast?
It was practically like eating and drinking water.
