Injecting controlled magic energy onto the tip of the pen, Sifuer was diligently sketching her new star chart on the desk, occasionally dipping the pen into a bottle filled with crimson liquid emanating a peculiar smell, all attention focused, with no time to tidy her hair which fell across her temples.
Bailang did not rush to ask Sifuer for her conclusions, instead, he sat on the sofa holding a wine glass, quietly observing his niece fully immersed in her work. For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of her mother in Sifuer, a kind and loving woman who was a good mother, a good leader, and a rare good person in the survival-of-the-fittest Hell Realm, and hence was considered an anomaly — like a fiercely protective hen defending the rights of her subjects till the end.
