Slowly, Ngozi stood to her feet. Her steps were a bit off at first. After all, she had just recovered from a very disastrous injury. Those blades that Annie used were poisoned.
The only reason she had not died minutes after the blade had cut through her skin was because of the kind of Soul Energy she used for cultivation.
To top it up, Annie was ahead of her in cultivation strength.
Ngozi took one step at a time.
The tears that fell from her eyes made her vision blurry, but the image of him was the guide she followed.
It had only been a few days. However, she was a woman in love at the end of the day.
For her, it might as well have been long months gone by.
She had very dearly missed him. Her longing for him only managed by her dutifulness to her cultivation. Knowing that he was the one that gave her the cultivation technique she used was the only satisfaction that hugged her heart in fond remembrance of him.
