What kind of person was Sheng An?
Calm, composed, powerful, confident. Just seeing her standing there made people instinctively feel-
She would never fall.
Even though she had not awakened a superpower, no one dared underestimate her.
Long Tianyu had once constantly tried to get the upper hand over her. Now, he obediently followed her orders.
Lou Mingwei had once refused to learn his lesson, always making a nuisance of himself in front of her and even mocking her for not having awakened a superpower. Now, he never said anything like that again.
Even without a superpower, she was already every bit the equal of those who had awakened.
-That strength came from deep within her.
Yet in the picture, this powerful woman was covered in wounds.
Blood had stained her entire body red. Blood and dirt smeared her face, and her body resembled a ruined painting, broken and fragmented.
Her injuries were surprising, but not shocking.
What truly shocked them was her state-fragile, broken, crazed, despairing. Emotions that should never have appeared in Sheng An were captured vividly in the painting.
She seemed to be stumbling forward. She was the only person left in the picture, alone and hopeless.
On that desolate wasteland, she was clearly still standing, yet the despair told everyone that she had already been buried beneath the scorched earth.
Qi Lingwu's sniper rifle was slung across her back.
She held a sphere in her arms, its markings crisscrossing.
Qin Xuan had probably found it difficult to describe the sphere, so he had drawn it very abstractly, without a definite shape.
At that moment, no one paid much attention to the sphere.
They were already stunned by the Sheng An in the picture.
Was this Sister Sheng?
How could this happen?!
The entire painting radiated such