Falling Short
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Everybody looked back at her in surprise.
They saw the little stoic press her lips together tightly and then declare expressionlessly, "But next time, who knows who will win."
She had indeed lost this time. She had expended so much effort to capture these two people, yet she was not able to extract any useful information from them.
That person from the talisman patrician family was truly a person of means.
That person was an expert at using people and also at manipulating power.
It was certain that they would clash again. At that time…
Qiao Mu lowered her eyes.
Just as she was letting her mind wander, she heard Feng Chen scoff beside her, "Tsk, still not behaving even in death."
He shot out a green light from his finger. It flew past Qiao Mu and landed on something like a weak red candlewick wisp.
After a soft sizzle, that extremely faint candlewick distorted before vanishing into nothingness.