Fun?
Raydon felt a cold shiver crawl up his spine.
Knowing his master, the word fun spelled imminent doom.
He couldn't help feeling a tinge of pity for his master's target. Hestia on the other hand was looking forward to it all.
The only surviving royal, her dear half-sister, was protected by that sect.
But so what?
Over the years, they've succeeded in destroying the main sub-branches of the Ice Palm sect.
Of course, there was yet another reason she left her sister to survive till now.
Can she say the one person she hated the most was that pure sister of hers? She just wanted to taint the white rabbit, bloodying her up and making her fall into utter despair!
Hehehhe...
Hestia smiled, revealing an almost crazed look.
'Sister, it won't be long before we reunite again, and this time, I'll see who can protect you from my grasp!'
...
And so, the evil witch began amending her plans.
