Ever since Jocelyn Grant descended upon this world with a new identity, she had always been high and mighty. As the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan from Empyria, she prided herself on her noble bloodline, viewing everyone else as lowly ants fit only to be crushed beneath her feet.
Tsk, tsk!
Who would have thought that the Golden Crow Bloodline she was so proud of wasn't even her own? It was stolen from someone else—her own half-sister, no less. It turned out Jocelyn Grant's true form was just a Morvane. So what right did she have to be so arrogant!
At that moment, in the sky not far away.
Jocelyn Grant's figure stood upon the churning river water.
A golden whip, wreathed in flames, appeared in her hand; it was her Lifebound Magical Artifact. The male cultivator across from her held a longsword, his gaze fixed on her with a vicious glare. With a great roar, his figure slowly ascended into the air.
'Seeing Kaelan burn his own bloodline... he's trying to take me down with him.'
