Ryu's gaze shifted and landed on Jojo. As expected, this woman was quite calm as though she was prepared to accept anything that might happen, even if it meant returning to the Sect that had thrown her aside like trash.
She didn't look to Ryu for help, and didn't even glance at Old Wan who would technically be her best chance. She just sat there, her expression calm.
Deep within her eyes, however, there was a burning passion. It seemed she had already sworn that if she survived this, and one day held power on the same level of these Sky Gods, she would wipe them all out without the slightest hesitation.
The humiliation of this day… she would return tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
