Though some of her subordinates possessed exceptional talent and she didn't need to micromanage them, they would naturally keep pace with her.
Riding a Gu beast through the whistling sheets of rain, Mù Qiānqiān looked down upon the shattered mountains and rivers of Daxia, a sense of liberation washing over her. Very soon, she would be able to leave this pocket realm and return to her own vast world.
Raindrops beat against her face, but she made no move to dodge, letting the water soak her high ponytail, her small colorful tunic, and her dainty embroidered shoes.
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