Kapitel 279: Wolf Howl

Two wings of fire spread out in the night, flying far off into the distance. They were exceptionally striking, reminiscent of a moving star illuminating its surroundings.

Nanke stood at the edge of the cliff and silently viewed the scene, her face abnormally pale. She had forcefully suppressed the injuries left behind by those numerous feathers, but no matter how she tried, she could not suppress those feelings of anger and unwillingness in her heart.

 An elegant and yet exceptionally ruthless peacock cry emerged from her lips, resounding into the distance, as if was calling something. Upon hearing this, the zither-playing old man suddenly changed his expression. He wanted to extend his hand to stop her, but because of his injuries, he could not get up. He could only look on helplessly as in the next moment, Nanke leaped off the cliff.