Three days later, in the evening, within another cave on Fire Head Mountain.
Chu Ming looked at the illusory whip above her head that had turned ash-black, her face a mix of green and black.
This was the fifteenth time she had refused someone else's challenge for the Divine Grace Arena Battle in three days.
The seal of Lady Xuan above Chu Ming's head had also changed from the original mix of gold and silver to its current color.
Chu Ming was extremely worried.
She didn't really care about matters like 'Divine Grace.'
Her father had said that the path of a Martial Cultivator lay in self-strengthening and independence.
Divine favor and grace were Outer Powers, not to be relied upon.
Moreover, with the financial resources and influence of the West Capital Chu Family, why would they need to rely on any gods?
Thus, the Divine Bloodline that others eagerly awaited, Chu Ming did not care for much.
Having it would be better, but it didn't matter if she didn't.
