Instructor Su Xinyan, standing by, tugged on Fang Zhou's sleeve and whispered, "This is General Ning Feihu's descendant, General Ning Danxin. She is also the youngest Glory General in the history of the Longxia Federation."
Fang Zhou nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on Ning Danxin, who was dressed in mourning white. She was extremely tall, nearly two meters, and far more robust than the average female Professional. Although she wore spotless white mourning attire, it failed to conceal the unyielding and resilient aura she exuded. Her cold features held a trace of barely perceptible madness, and the space between her brows was etched with the frost of time and the glory of battle. Her exposed skin—on her face, neck, and arms—bore scars, both deep and shallow. Some of them were evidently freshly healed.
From her fearsome aura alone, Fang Zhou could conclude that her hands must have claimed the resentful souls of hundreds, if not thousands, of high-level Demons.
