Amidst the world, there was only the sound of the torrential rain, accompanied by the dull roaring of the Jiao Dragon's corpse swept along in the muddy flood.
The crowd, frozen as if cast under a spell, stared dazedly at the fiery figure on the stone bridge railing.
Min Ning tossed her soaked bangs, water droplets scattering everywhere.
Her gaze was as fierce as a torch, filled with the thrill of heroism after settling scores. She thought she should be drinking while drenched in Jiao's blood, but when she looked down, the wine flask was nowhere to be found.
It was probably lost during the fierce combat with the Jiao Dragon, and in such a carefree moment, it was impossible to jump back in to retrieve it. She laughed louder, amused by the thought.
The laughter echoed through the sky.
For a moment, the town was filled with nothing but her laughter.
