"Is this the power you are so proud of? If it was me, I would ask for a refund… it's simply too hideous to even look at; you have really fallen from grace, Mother…"
Seeing that hideous and twisted form of Yan Mei, Xinran felt nothing but pity for the other party.
In life, her mother was a person who was strict but wise; she was a stickler for rules and was always ready to help out Xinran's father in times of need.
Although she was the queen of a nation, she never neglected her own skills and was famous for being a powerful blood mage.
As far as Xinran knew her mother, Yan Mei was the type of person who was proud of her achievements and her magic.
'In the end… you are nothing but a cheap imitation of her. That proud woman would have never needed to resort to such means to defeat me.'
'She treated her magic like treasure… mixing miasma into it is an insult to her.'
Xinran stood up from the 'Crimson Throne' as her face became calm,
