Red Sleeves stood silently in front of Jiang Fan, both hands cupping the yellow leaf.
The leaf was in her hands now.
It had been even easier than expected.
Central Earth would lose its will to fight after losing its strategic objective, and the war would quickly come to a halt.
The elites of the Asura Nine Clans would thus be preserved.
She would, for having rendered great merit, receive a reward from the Other Shore Realm Master.
Yet, why did she feel no joy at all?
Especially as she looked at this wretched state of Jiang Fan, a state she had never seen him in before, an indescribable sense of guilt rose in her heart instead.
Jiang Fan had borne the hopes of the Central Earth Army, fought with everything he had to kill his way here, only to be personally ended by her in the end.
Jiang Fan must hate her, right?
Their past ties, at this moment, must all have come to a full stop, right?
A stab of pain rose from the depths of her heart.
Hoo~
Suddenly.
