On the mountain peak a few kilometers south of the hiding place.
He Jing stared blankly at the scene unfolding in the sky.
With a thud, the woman's legs gave way and she collapsed awkwardly to the ground.
Such a grand feast of revenge should have been a joy for the cold and severe North Wind Sect.
Yet, she herself was on Yan Shuangzi's list of revenge.
Or rather, she should have been on the list.
It was only because she had once shown a trace of kindness, offering some idle advice to Yan Shuangzi, that she was lucky enough to survive.
Life was indeed preserved.
But what about the future?
Would she fare well?
He Jing grew increasingly restless and uneasy, wondering if she should seize the moment to escape now?
But she had already severed the contract with Lord Beifeng, now not even comparable to the weakest Weak God disciple in the mountain.
What fate awaited her if caught by anyone was self-evident.
Moreover, could she even run?
