บท 292: If Life Could Be Like the Moment When We First Met (Part Four)

As she stood on that patch of reeds and stared into the boundless plain, Nanke's face did not divulge the slightest emotion. Her eyes were as indifferent, even dull, as was customary for her. Only that pair of trembling hands hanging by the edge of her skirt indicated how weak she was, as well as how angry Chen Changsheng's successful escape had made her.

In the space above the plain, dozens of white scars could still be seen. These were the aftermath of those tyrannically powerful Peacock Plumes almost tearing through space. In such a short amount of time, she had actually successively launched so many attacks against Chen Changsheng. It was no wonder that her face was so pale, given how much true essence she had expended.