Shen Yanxiao looked at the four of them in astonishment. She could honestly say that she had never regarded them as her comrades.
As a thief goddess, she had always been a lone wolf. No matter what dangerous situation she found herself in, she would have to rely on herself to get out of that situation.
Shen Feng and Shen Siyu treated her well because she was their family. Yun Qi was kind to her because she was the warlock's only hope and also his disciple.
Them, however…
"Comrade, huh…" Shen Yanxiao muttered. The word was familiar yet awkward.
In her past life's training with the organization, she had no choice but to kill her other colleagues whom she had known for many years. The word 'comrade' was a luxury that she had never learned.
Perhaps it was time for her to learn to accept it, was it not?
