Lin Yu's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and her steps momentarily faltered.
The air around seemed to freeze slightly, and the other victims walking silently also instinctively slowed their steps, lowering their heads. The atmosphere became oppressive and heavy.
Chu Kuanglan and his companions held their breath, their eyes fixed tightly on Lin Yu.
Lin Yu took a deep breath of the icy air, forcibly suppressing the bone-deep cold and terror.
Her gaze was cast toward the snow-laden horizon.
Her eyes were hollow.
"We, these people..." Lin Yu's voice carried a kind of numbness that had been honed, "most of us are... lone wolves."
"No background, started training in martial arts halls, took assignments from the Commerce Association, scraped together resources little by little, honed skills gradually, barely made it to the threshold of Tier Two..."
She tugged at the corners of her mouth in self-mockery, revealing a hint of bitterness.
