"But you've only known Senior Bai Mei for a few days, right..."
"My soul ring has long been entrusted to Teacher Bai San."
Cyan Simurgh felt a bit hopeless about this junior.
Yet she saw the white-clad girl smile faintly, her eyes closed.
Yet Cyan Simurgh felt as if she was being watched.
"With Xing Xuan, the work must be exhausting."
Cyan Simurgh immediately nodded, "Not at all, Xing Xuan has been working hard too..."
"I can tell."
Having said that, Bai Mei took another step forward.
Suddenly, Cyan Simurgh felt breathless, as if the air around was compressed into a solid state by the dense magic power, making it difficult to breathe, even hard to lift her head!
The white magical girl gripped her magic wand, which was ordinary in appearance but crafted in the shape of a wooden sword.
The moment she held the hilt.
Cyan Simurgh's eyes stung with pain!
This was different, completely different.
Unlike that strike from Beihai, unlike that strike over Anyang sea.
