Jun Wu Xie's fingertips swept through the tough Soul Binding Chains, the ice cold blasts from her fingertips spread throughout the chains, and gently, a couple of the Soul Binding Chains cracked, and crumbled to dust.
What was a noisy, chaotic battlefield seemed to have descended into silence in that instance as the Soul Binding Chains were removed by Jun Wu Xie. She walked towards the carriage, staring intently at the closed door of the carriage. Her cold eyes observing any sort of silent movement.
Jun Wu Xie stood in front of the carriage door unmoving. The strong scent of blood permeated her nose. The smell that was once detested, now constantly lingered on her body.
The cold eyes were just looking at the door quietly, seemingly hesitating and wavering.
Jun Wu Xie's eyes drooped as she raised her hand to push open the closed door.
