This was a mere lass who had leveled up to the Yang King Realm only a few years ago, and now, just three years after her seclusion, she was reportedly at the mid-stage— the Fire Spirit Stage— of the Yang King Realm.
Such talent was truly unfathomable. Not even someone like Mo Qingxu, standing beside her, could compare to her, despite his nearly sixty years of cultivation.
Bai Zixue, on the other hand, was still under thirty.
The question that echoed in the hearts and minds of all present was, 'How on earth did the Bai Clan cultivate such a prodigious talent? Or was there more at play than met the eye?'
The Yang King elders, seasoned in their years of cultivation, stared at Bai Zixue with wild, calculating eyes.
She was the first unforeseen variable in their well-laid plans.
It was completely unexpected that this young woman would dare challenge them when the stakes were so high.
