Fusing Spiritual Stoves (III)

After not being able to undergo the third trial, she could only wait here and couldn’t do anything else.

Because she didn’t want to bring troubles to her mates, she didn’t attempt to leave. And close to three hours had already passed.

The Illusory Paradise would open for a total of only three days, thus after three hours of bitter wait, even Wang Yuanyuan couldn’t help but start cultivating. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to refrain from leaving. Loneliness was after all often an even greater torment than pain.

Finally, with a glint of golden light, a figure appeared near Wang Yuanyuan, surrounded by a green glow.

“Ah!” Right after appearing, this person couldn’t help but scream. As his body spasmed violently, he fell to the ground and landed on his butt.

“Are you okay?” Wang Yuanyuan hurried to ask with concern. The first one to appear was none other than Zhang Fangfang who had just broken through to the seventh step.