"I have heard enough!" Xiao Min screamed at Ryuu, as he continued, "Daoist Mist, I want to hear what happened from your perspective, at least from someone unbiased."
Morning Mist was one of the Array masters aboard the StarFire Pavilion, and the entire experience had shaken her to her core.
It was like being betrayed by someone she idolised and trusted with her very soul.
Morning Mist closed her eyes, and after taking a deep breath, she recalled the nightmare she faced that day.
Morning Mist was excited, and so was Liu Lingyan, who was sitting by her side. They had achieved their goal, and Senior Divine Thunder had already rewarded them.
As Divine Thunder toasted again, the reciprocated and drank the wine, the cold liquor passed through Morning Mist's throne and then suddenly she felt something amiss.
A bout of tremendous weakness hit her so suddenly that she fell on the floor, unable to move. She quickly tried to circulate her Ki, but the channels felt clogged.
