The dim light didn't seem to reach Qiao An's familiar face. She was half-hidden in shadow, a mocking smirk on her lips that conveyed a disdain for the entire world. Though she was just standing there, she seemed to hold everyone's life and death in her hands, utterly unconcerned.
When Little Bai coiled around Chen He, all his struggles and attempts to fight back were rendered useless. He could only glare at Qiao An with fury.
"This so-called 'imitation' of yours isn't some miracle-maker. If this power were truly so great, you could just imitate the most intelligent higher beings and create a brand-new civilization. Wouldn't that be better than spending hundreds of years working from the shadows, hiding in every nook and cranny, only for your ultimate achievement to be creating a 'perfectly ordinary person'?"
