Xiaomo’s Try

Duan Xiaomo, who was standing beside Ling Chuxi, suddenly tugged on the corner of Ling Chuxi's.

"What's wrong, Xiaomo?" Ling Chuxi asked curiously.

"I want to go up," Duan Xiaomo said softly, his gaze fixed on hers.

"You?" Ling Chuxi hesitated for a moment.

After training, Duan Xiaomo's Great Fist Skills were indeed very proficient, but Ling Chuxi still wasn't sure about his combat strength. Cang Yuan had once said that his foundation was too weak, which meant that he should have a basic foundation, but Ling Chuxi couldn't tell the depth of his cultivation. After thinking about it, Ling Chuxi could only attribute this to the Celestial Core.

"Xiaomo, are you sure you'll be okay?" Ling Chuxi asked worriedly. She wanted Duan Xiaomo to gain some practical experience, which could potentially raise his cultivation, but she also didn't want him to get injured.