Above the thick clouds.
A woman wearing a bright green feather coat silently hovered.
The fierce wind that blew here all became breezes as they passed her by, making her sleeves lightly flutter in the wind, giving her a dreamy, mystical look.
She wore a thin silk veil on her face, covering up her brilliant beauty, only showing a pair of crystal clear eyes that occasionally moved about like she was deeply contemplating something.
Suddenly, she seemed to have felt something as her lips lifted upward into a smile, then the smile became brighter and brighter.
"Who would've thought, he's a schemer as much as he's a swordsman…"
While smiling, she shook her head and muttered.
From the look on her face, she still seemed to be in disbelief of what had happened.
-------the Thaumaturgy [One Becomes Millions] was only ever used for her personal enjoyment.
