'Could it be that I got to level six?' This thought flitted through Qiao Mu's mind before she found it impossible.
Master said that it would be quite decent already if she could get to the fourth level since there were seven total levels in this pavilion.
She, a mere level-six mystic cultivator, managed to charge onto the sixth level in one go? What would her senior sisters who were at level-seven or level-eight do with themselves?
So… this number probably did not mean the sixth level, right? So why in the world was this number engraved there?
Qiao Mu shook her head and freed herself of these wayward thoughts, then she placed her hand on the black ball.
Soon, a faint light emitted from the surface of the ball and circled the child's hand.
Qiao Mu hastily injected mystic energy into the ball.
