"Besides, it wasn't you who told me to leave, I decided to leave on my own. After this combat training ends, I'm quitting!"
Mo Shangjun's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and powerful, the instructors present heard her perfectly.
At the same time, a few female soldiers at the back seemed to have caught a glimpse of it.
They instinctively halted, exchanged glances, and cast questioning looks in Mo Shangjun's direction.
Among them were Qin Lian and Tang Shi.
The fierce wind howled, the air was icy cold.
Standing in the wind, Mo Shangjun, though drenched in icy water from head to toe, seemed impervious to the cold, standing firm and unmoving. Underneath her cap, water droplets fell from the tips of her hair, dispersed by the cold wind as soon as they touched the ground. The water dripped from her sleeves, trickling down her wrist to her hand, dripping one by one from her fingers, the crystal-clear drops seemingly ready to turn into shards of ice at any moment.
