[Hero: An Yi Carl, Level 1 Congratulations, you have mastered the use of all [Swords]! Title obtained: Sword Saint]
However, An Yi had honed all of this to the extreme because of the demon disaster in his previous life that had killed his family.
Since he had been given another chance, he would exact cruel revenge upon the demons!
Priestess: Boss, can you take this little rat with you when you pull the plug and evacuate?
The night gradually faded, but dawn had yet to break.
Vina hugged her knees as she squatted outside the room. She looked as though her soul had been sucked away, completely motionless. Even her usually spirited golden hair hung limply now, and her expression was so dejected that she looked like a lion.
"Why..."
"Why did things turn out like this..."
The last surviving girl of the Aslan royal family listened to the sounds coming from behind the tightly shut door, her expression growing ever more melancholy.
Although she desperately did not want to hear what was happening inside, she could not stop those sounds from drilling into her ears. Not to mention that the Path of the Hunt had made her five senses cruelly sharp, leaving her perfectly aware of everything happening in the room.
The suppressed panting, the rustle of fabric, the force of fingertips sinking into flesh, even the movements of a dragon tail and legs stretched taut—all of it entered her ears through sound, painting incomparably vivid images in her mind.
It left her utterly numb.
She had come out specifically to stop that bad woman Aibrana, afraid that Qianyi would fall for some scheme and make an irreparable mistake, stepping onto some road of no return that he should never have taken.
In truth, Qianyi had indeed