Yu Ying convulsed on the ground. Shen Yanxiao quietly stared at her pale complexion without any reaction.
The thrill of revenge?
She did not have any ounce of that in her. She only wanted the elves of the Qingyuan Tribe to know that even if she was only a young elf, she was not someone that anyone could bully.
Shen Yanxiao leaned against the chair and propped her chin with one hand as she established a spiritual link with Vermilion Bird.
"How is it over there?" Shen Yanxiao asked while shaking off the blood stains on her sleeves. She wondered when she could be like Xiu, killing without getting stained with blood.
"The elves of the Qingyuan Tribe are idiots. They have been going in circles. Wu En and the rest are getting impatient. They are waiting for your decision." Vermilion Bird's voice was filled with displeasure. According to his personality, he would have just burned this place down. Why waste his breath on these nag elves?
