"Senior Sister, I finally found you~ But... just how many members of the Demon Race did you kill? Your white clothes are stained red."
Yu Xiaoyan looked at the cold, graceful Fairy standing before her. Her once spotless, snow-white skirt was now stained with large, dark-brown marks. The sight made her seem both familiar and strange.
'It feels like in this nearly rule-free Sect competition, Qing Yueqiu, who's always been such a well-behaved "goody two-shoes," has unleashed something from within.'
Sensing the surprise in her junior sister's eyes, the blood-red Killing Intent in Qing Yueqiu's pupils gradually faded. It was as if her junior sister's presence made her put on the mask of the 'composed and responsible senior sister' again.
"Xiaoxiao, Master is in great danger right now. We have to hurry, gather points, and get out of here."
"Leave? Don't tell me you want to drop out of the competition early!"
