"That's all I have to say, Theresa. Are you satisfied?"
Zhong Li truly felt exhausted now. He had thought that after receiving a glance from that Aeon of Preservation, Qlipoth, and becoming a follower of Preservation, his current strength would leave him with no one to fear.
Yet he admitted that he had still underestimated these Descenders far too much. Zhong Li no longer dared to be overconfident. He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the strength of the auras present.
First was Theresa, the one he was most helpless against and most curious about. Zhong Li could sense no imposing power from her at all, only a kind of indescribable pink aura surrounding her. Some of that pink aura had already wound itself around Citlali.
For Zhong Li could already see that Citlali's wary expression toward strangers had vanished. She was now held in that mischievous catgirl's arms as the latter excitedly nuzzled her...
Watching this, Lumine suddenly felt as though someone had stolen her girl again.
Next, Zhong Li looked toward the cheerful little fox, Himeko, who jokingly called herself the Photographer.
Zhong Li sensed a powerful feeling of Corruption from her, and Himeko seemed to sense his gaze as well. She immediately turned her head, smiled, and made a gesture asking him to keep it secret.
Zhong Li's heart tightened at the sight. This little fox seemed absurdly powerful too; she had even detected his covert observation. He felt that the catgirl had probably noticed his gaze as well, but she paid it no mind, finding it more interesting to cuddle up to that great shaman instead.
Zhong Li turned his gaze toward Old Yang next. Noticing Zhong Li looking at him, Old Yang immediately gave him an apologetic smile. He, too, felt that Theresa was being