Following the unsettling prelude of Ye Zhen's defiance, Ai composed her expression and scanned the hushed crowd.
Adjusting her crisp white uniform and straightening her back, she declared in a voice both sweet and commanding, "With that… over, let's begin the event."
Her words echoed through the halls, met with a cacophony of conflicting emotions. The memory of how she effortlessly extinguished three lives and sealed the fates of Ye Zhen and his mother, all without batting an eye, was still vivid in their minds.
Could they still call these children mere kids?
The casual flick of her hand that sent Ye Zhen collapsing like a puppet to the ground defied explanation. The scene, etched in their memory, was a stark reminder of the Celestial Heavenly Store's unyielding power.
Their actions had spoken volumes. To tangle with them was to invite wrath, unpredictable and multifaceted, leaving no room for escape.
