Ancient Sovereign

"An Jing, why are you here?" Zhou Wen felt puzzled when he looked at An Jing. He didn't know what was happening. While condensing the Ancient Sovereign Sutra's Life Soul, he had been immersed in it completely, without knowing what was happening around him.

An Jing's body felt warm and weak. She had never experienced such a feeling before. She could no longer feel the cold energy in her body.

An Jing's pride had never been dealt such a blow before, so she felt extremely embarrassed and furious. She forced herself to stand up with the help of the door frame, trying to make herself look as cold as she usually was. Gritting her teeth, she said, "I'm here to foil your Life Soul condensation; otherwise, why do you think I'd be here?"

With that said, she ignored Zhou Wen's reaction and turned to leave.

Zhou Wen watched An Jing leave in a daze. He didn't quite believe her, but he couldn't figure out what she was here for.