Si Motu was embedded in the distant wall, taking quite a while to extract himself from it.
His trench coat now had several tears and looked drafty, no longer fluttering smartly as before,
but on the other hand, Zi Yuan appeared even more pitiful.
On her fair little arm, violet liquid flowed, resembling blood, but more akin to magic power.
The rest of her magic armor was intact, yet on that flawless face, beneath the left eye, there was a tiny scar.
The scar was very small, yet incredibly conspicuous.
It was like a priceless artwork with a tiny blemish, ruining its perfect beauty.
To have even the slightest scar on that face was a great desecration.
In silence, Zi Yuan gently wiped the wound on her face with her index finger:
"What did you do?"
Jiang Si sneered coldly, "You haven't forgotten that I taught them Ignorance, right?"
