The flickering candlelight cast a glow on Chen Jing's distinguished and proud features, her deep red hair rising and falling in the wind. Whether it was the Military Department officers or the members of the Celestial Being Organization, they all had a moment of dazzlement, as if witnessing a rose flaunting its bloom in the evening breeze.
But the expressions of the elders became extremely gloomy in the candlelight. After a brief blank moment in their minds, they grasped the whole story.
The thing they had feared the most had still come to pass.
Chen Jing was hopelessly romantic, the type who dared to love and dared to hate. She could silently infiltrate the Brotherhood or Babel Tower, laying low for years before finally delivering a crippling blow as her revenge. She would also spare no cost or consequence to love someone, even without hoping for anything in return.
This was precisely why the Elder Council had always been wary of her.