Chi Ling had already conceded the victory to her, so why did she have to pay such a high price to deliver that punch?
Only Gu Wen, wearing an approving smile, transmitted his Divine Thought: "You've won."
Whether it was important or not depended on Chi Yu Zi's own choice; this caged bird-like girl chose to break free from her cage with her final punch. In a world where all beings yearn for immortality, she seized the freedom she desired at a most tragic cost.
This was also the spirit of Chi Yu Zi, her path, something that only she, not the mediocre, could understand and aspire to.
Without freedom, better to be dead.
A chill spread from his waist, Gu Wen looked down, his pupils shrinking as the Qiankun Bag at his waist emitted bursts of cold, frosting half of his sleeve.
Within just one day, the Taiyin Order, which had shown no reaction before, exhibited anomalies twice, and the previous time, Xuan Yue had aged.
