"Little Junior Sister..." Xia Geng was also dumbfounded.
The pitiful, aggrieved, trembling, frightened, and fearful An Yu before him, was she really his Little Junior Sister An Yu?
Was she truly the Little Junior Sister whom no one dared provoke in the Blood Cang Realm?
Xia Geng instinctively opened his mouth wide, his thoughts in disarray, as if he had encountered a ghost.
At this moment, the entire Imperial Heart Plaza was steeped in dead silence, as though everyone's connection to their Divine Souls and Spirit Space had been severed.
What was An Yu's image before?
Proud.
Cold and exquisite.
Goddess.
Even Ke Wuxin, whom they regarded as the Imperial Academy's greatest genius of all time, the pride of the Academy, would humble himself before An Yu, trying to please her, while she barely paid him any attention. Imagine that.
For such a goddess-like figure to suddenly appear so pitiful and terrified in front of another man, a complete 720-degree turn!
