"So, turns out she's a Fallen."
Yan Feng walked over, sneering at the girl lying on the ground. "Using alchemy tools to conceal her aura? No, wait—this isn't an alchemy tool. Looks more like an ancient token."
Wanwan struggled in pain, reaching out for something.
The Violet Crystal Pendant she had always worn was a tool used to suppress her corruption.
Without that object, she would become just like any other Fallen.
No, perhaps even worse.
She was too young to withstand the power of corruption.
But her tiny hands fumbled, skipping over the Violet Crystal Pendant.
Instead, they reached for the ugly wooden carving.
And just as she was about to touch it, crunch!
Yan Feng brought his foot down, smashing the wooden carving to pieces.
Splinters and fragments scattered everywhere.
Wanwan froze, her last shred of hope crushed underfoot. Tears gushed from her eyes.
With a heart-wrenching wail, she sobbed uncontrollably.
"A group of Fallen, and still quite dangerous."
