Bab 947: Move

Practice grounds, in China's Headquarters of the Truth Department.

Xu Qing was training diligently, sweating buckets while she honed spell after spell, nursing the animals her comrades beat to near death back to health.

A few days ago, the nonchalant figure had knifed her self-esteem ruthlessly.

She understood that no one in the outside world would always cater to her whims, but after entering the Truth Department, two years of smooth sailing — and more recently everyone's idolatry — had made her complacent.

In her opinion, she had had some degree of say over things.

Now, the other man had told her in simple gestures that she was nothing in front of true strength.

He had saved her face for someone's sake. When the someone in question was not present, he had not bothered to explain.

At this moment, she was suddenly shrouded by a silhouette.

"Healer Xu, do you have time for a chat?" Xu Rui said lightly.