Zhao Lingshuang knelt among the broken fragments of epic equipment still scattered across the ground like shattered glass. Her hands trembled as she picked up the ruined pieces of what had once been her treasures. A blade snapped in half. A shattered gauntlet. Fragments of armor that once held powerful enchantments.
Her breathing became uneven.
Those items were not just equipment. They were years of accumulation. Years of risking her life in the wilderness.
All destroyed in a single strike.
Meanwhile Lin Yi had already turned his back. He walked away without looking again. To him, the matter was finished.
Su Qinghan stood quietly where she was. Her eyes followed Lin Yi's retreating figure. For a moment, she didn't move.
Then Zhao Lingshuang's hoarse voice finally broke the silence.
"…He destroyed everything."
Her voice trembled slightly.
