"Huff." With a loud exhale, she slowly moved her hands away from her face.
"What?" Iwan was shocked and now his eyes were trembling.
They were only six feet apart from each other. So, Iwan knew that he wasn't imagining things.
Still, Iwan rubbed his eyes before looking back at Cynthia.
"Why did you hold back?" Cynthia asked Iwan with a soft tone.
She was the disciple of the Blood Sovereign.
She held the title of the blood princess, though the world had yet to be graced by her powerful presence.
She had massacred the Guardians, the Elders, and the Disciples of the Ice Raven Sect.
But, even then she hadn't felt what she was feeling right now.
'Why isn't she hurt? Why isn't her nose broken? I punched her with all my strength.' Iwan had such questions in his mind as he stared at the perfectly fine face of Cynthia, while on the other hand, Cynthia was already looking at Iwan in a different light.
