Jian Ai naturally knew Si Yue's words, so she had been cultivating hard to lay a good foundation for herself.
She had inherited the twelve top-notch mental cultivation techniques of the ancient sect, but she could not cultivate them for a long time. Jian Ai felt exceptionally conflicted in her heart. As she kept telling herself to fight steadily, she was anxious to have the strength and become stronger.
Especially after these things had happened recently, she had an even stronger desire in her heart. She wanted to become the protective umbrella that could shield everyone so the people she cared about could hide behind her.
However, desire was desire. Although Jian Ai had no other abilities, she still had strong self-control. She knew the consequences of forcefully cultivating the top mental cultivation techniques of the ancient sect when her foundation was not stable. Therefore, after so long, although she had long been tempted, she had never crossed that line.
