Bandit Evil, Cold Wind and Teacher Killer

It had already been three days since the destruction of Shadow Stream's headquarters, and it had taken that long for Jiang Liuyue to adjust in that secret underground room before her condition finally stabilized.

This Master of Stream Shadow did some preliminary estimates; after this disaster, she had lost at least six hundred years' worth of cultivation.

Even if her spirit clay clone had been completely destroyed, she could have still retained her realm as long as she could call her clone back. Unfortunately, that damn cat hadn't given her the slightest opportunity to do so, and had straightaway blasted it apart.

Her headquarters was in ruins, her younger sister had been caught once again, and even her assistant Mo Li had been captured…

The Shadow Stream that had been world-shakers in the murder industry in the past no longer existed; at that very moment, Jiang Liuyue felt a little downhearted.