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.

still remembered Robert’s arrogant

saying that he’s an inner disciple. If that’s

this guy’s cultivation talent is good. After all, it won’t be long until

Heavenly Stars Sect,

she faced during cultivation, and she even included her understanding. However, just like Boneng, Anne was stuck on a

you, Dork? I hope this

words, and a smile appeared on his face. Soon, he started

Dummy, I hope this letter finds

dork and a dummy, perfect match of

who I was. Dummy is a perfect nickname

letter once again, and after he confirmed that there was no problem, he finally realized that it was almost evening. He took six hours

had a similar relay station, just like the Dark Moon Sect. Unfortunately, Anne’s luck was not as good

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

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

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

and anyone who heard it would feel refreshed and

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