Anna said softly and quietly, "That small amount of resentment is negligible, like a single tree trying to make waves—it can't stir up any trouble. We just need to catch up to it and purify it."
Wang Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
He said in a deep voice, "The night is long and dreams aplenty; let's set out right now."
He knew all too well that delivering the final blow was an essential quality of a victor.
Anna nodded.
Although that small amount of resentment couldn't stir up any trouble, it was more than enough to harm a few ordinary people. It indeed needed to be purified in time to prevent unnecessary damage.
She stamped her right foot.
Layers of white light emanated in spinning patterns from the tip of her foot, swiftly forming a complex cocoon-like structure that enveloped the flying vessel.
A solemn and sacred atmosphere began to permeate the air.
"In the name of the Angels!"
