The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 230

Although the letter was long, Anne still read through them patiently. As it was written more than a month ago, the narration of the events ended at that period too.

From the letter, Anne found that Boneng’s Dark Moon Sect also had a similar ranking competition like the Heavenly Stars Sect’s spiritual apprentice list. Moreover, Boneng’s master had set a goal for her, she must enter the top 20. Boneng complained about that ranking for a long time. Nonetheless, Anne was naturally aware of how difficult it was for a new disciple to compete against those high-level disciples who had years of experience, which could even be tens of years. However, Anne also understood that Boneng’s master gave her such a goal in the hope that she could understand that even if there were excellent guidance and protection from the sect, there would be a time when she needed to grab the resources on the pathway to immortality herself.

The little eagle that was constantly under the protection of a majestic eagle would never be able to soar and fight.

Anne also took another thing to heart, Boneng mentioned a senior named Robert Bleu multiple times in the letter, and she added that he looked after her.

With her wisdom, Boneng naturally understood that Robert was interested in her, and that was why he approached her. Nonetheless, Boneng was worried that Anne might have misunderstood her, and she kept assuring that she was disinterested in that guy.

When he read that, Anne rubbed his temples and snorted. “Robert Bleu… I remember this guy well.”

Back in Evergreen Town’s Lawrence Manor, when Anne was confirmed that his meridians were damaged, Robert was the one who crashed into his resting room and announced that the Dark Moon Sect did not want him anymore.

remembered Robert’s arrogant

If that’s

I hope this guy’s cultivation talent is good. After all, it won’t

Stars

also mentioned many problems she faced during cultivation, and she even included her understanding. However, just like Boneng, Anne was stuck on a nickname for her too. Then,

are you, Dork? I hope this letter

repeated the few words, and a smile appeared

I hope this letter

dummy, perfect

I was. Dummy is a perfect nickname for you.” Anne shook his

that there was

similar relay station, just like the Dark Moon Sect. Unfortunately, Anne’s luck was not as good as Boneng’s, and no

was also not the right time. The lower realm disciples would be preparing for the qualifying tournament in the next few days, and the

end, Anne could only resort to choosing delivery through the slowest method by caravan. Once the letter arrived at the Dark Moon Sect,

line of caravans left further in the setting sun, slowly disappearing from his line of sight. Soon, he turned around and left. After all, his first competition in

anyone who heard it would feel refreshed and energized. Soon, Anne opened his eyes, and the brilliance in his

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