Lin An coldly watched Chen Xinmi, "I will find an opportunity to strip away your spirituality and then kill you!"
Chen Xinmi lowered her head to light a slim cigarette, her eyes hazy with smoke as she exhaled, "Talk is cheap, huh, Lin An, I'm waiting for you to come and kill me. Living like this, it's truly exhausting."
Her words somehow carried an earnestness and anticipation?
Are you fucking sick in the head?
"But I might not live long enough for you to kill me." Chen Xinmi looked at Lin An mockingly, gesturing towards the world outside of the tornado, "This witchcraft won't hold them off for much longer."
As she said this, her body became translucent, the ghostly mask reappearing on her face. Her wizard's robe billowed in the wild wind, outlining a beautiful curve as she slowly walked into the tornado.
Behind her, a black cat slowly approached, looked down at Lin An, its eyes filled with complexity.
