After staying silent in a stupefied manner for a long time, Crimson finally sighed.
His shoulders slumped and he raised both hands in a gesture of frustration.
"Oh... You are so damn annoying!" he grumbled, dragging his palm down his face. "Benneca, come out! This is exactly why I don't do good deeds anymore!"
He stepped back with a look of utter defeat, as if all the energy had been drained from his body.
Suddenly, the space beside them distorted.
A wave of spatial Qi rippled in the air like a mirage over hot sand.
A moment later, a figure emerged from the rift, elegant, cold, and poised.
Benneca.
Her long black robes flowed behind her, untouched by the wind.
Her silver hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her expression was the same as always, blank, unreadable, and icy.
She looked first at Crimson with a slight sneer tugging at her lips, clearly unimpressed.
Then her gaze shifted to John.
