Perhaps it was fate after all, granting them innate talents but also dooming them to endless calamities.
Hearing the words of the venerable Ye Wen, Zhiyan had a sudden epiphany; moisture welled up in her clear, water-like eyes. In the end, they were still considering themselves — it seemed she had been overly concerned.
A smile played at the corners of her mouth, her face touched with emotion, "Don't worry, Yanyan may lack other skills, but escaping is something I'm quite good at. Even in the face of a triple-power encirclement, I am confident I'll emerge unscathed."
Zhiyan's voice was crisp, her gaze firm, showing no hint of lying.
Dean Lei Ming and Venerable Ye Wen were both startled, a flicker of surprise passing through their eyes. Even in such circumstances, she remained calm; could it be that she truly possessed the means to escape?
