Southern China, in the basement under the villa's courtyard.
The surveillance flickered, casting shadows, and screams echoed.
"Lord Jia Lan, save us..."
Jia Lan silently watched the destruction of yet another stronghold.
The Magical Girl, with eyes closed, slightly tilted her head. Even though her eyes remained shut, Jia Lan could clearly feel her gaze.
Her lips moved slightly, turning Jia Lan's face pale.
"You're next."
A sharp magical power flashed by, and her Crystal Ball shattered in response.
Jia Lan swept everything off the table in one go, tossing it aside!
"Cyan Cloud Sect!"
Xilan whispered from the side, "Lord Jia Lan, they shouldn't be able to find this place..."
"They've already reached Southern China, and you say they can't find this place!"
Jia Lan extended her finger and forcefully poked Xilan's head, "Didn't you say that Si Motu was supposed to take my place?"
