Thousands of flower petals drifted through the air.
They danced silently beneath the night sky before gradually converging toward a distant mountain range far from the Bai Clan.
The petals gathered.
Until finally, a figure emerged.
Qin Lingxiao stumbled forward.
Her face was pale.
Her breathing was heavy.
Several wounds covered her body.
Blood stained portions of her robes.
The elegant and noble appearance she usually maintained had long since disappeared.
For a moment, she simply stood there in silence.
Taking deep breaths.
Trying to stabilize the chaotic qi within her body.
Her eyes flickered with disbelief.
She could not even remember the last time she had been injured to such an extent.
Back in the Central Glorious Continent, even when competing against other powerful individuals, very few people had ever managed to force her into such a miserable state.
Yet today...
She had suffered this at the hands of the Bai Clan.
