Outside the porthole of the private jet was a raging storm, faintly visible was an imposing and furious Azure Dragon coiling within the clouds, accompanied by terrifying lightning and thunder, as if it wanted to ignite the darkness.
"Mr. Jing, do you really not need any help?"
Tang Ling lifted her cool and beautiful eyes, which held a frozen chill. Her slender, pale hand rested on the guitar case beside her, fingers tapping a rhythmic beat in time with her breathing.
Her pupils occasionally glimmered with intense gold, sometimes flashing a seductive vermilion.
Since returning from the Sea of Eternal Life, she could no longer find an opponent of the same rank, not even the veteran Sixth Ranks from the Night Watcher and Judgement Court departments could match her, often left with no chance to retaliate. She was preparing to advance to the next rank in the Sword Sect Path, named Sword Ghost.
