She offered no justification, no anger, not even a glance at anyone below.
She simply, gently, step by step, ascended once more towards the zenith, rendered a deep blue by her Power, walking on air.
With each step, ice blue ripples spread out beneath her feet.
As if stepping on an invisible staircase.
A cold and calm voice, like ice beads falling into a jade plate, echoed clearly above the silent battlefield, reaching everyone's ears:
"Indeed..."
She tilted her head slightly upwards, as if looking back on her long three hundred years.
Her tone carried a sense of dust settling and tranquility.
"In my lifetime, Luo Qinglian has done many things."
"I once saved a city with hundreds of thousands of lives, fighting for a chance of survival amid Corpse Mountain and blood sea."
"I once killed countless Life Ghosts, leaving bloody footprints all over the Arctic Ice Field."
