A Stubborn Disciple Finally Lowers Her Head
Sitting on the ground, she silently cried for two minutes, wiped her tears, and was just about to stand up.
The afternoon sunlight slanted through the training courtyard, painting long shadows across the floor.
The broken remains of the sandbag still lay scattered around her.
Her right arm throbbed relentlessly.
Every slight movement sent a sharp ache through the fractured bones.
Yet compared to the pain in her arm, Yana Tyson found the strange frustration in her heart even harder to endure.
She didn't understand why she felt this way.
Julian had only left.
So why did she feel as if something important had been taken away?
Yana quickly shook her head.
"Nonsense."
She muttered to herself.
That bastard leaving was a good thing.
Much quieter.
Much more peaceful.
Just as she was about to stand up—
A shadowy figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.
The person moved with exaggerated stealth.
Sneaking.
Peeking.
