"Chen Yun, Young Hero Duan has already left with his people. You definitely can't leave on your own. You have no choice but to stay."
"Hehe, how did those nobles beat you up back then?"
While speaking, a man with a lustful look in his eyes leaned in.
The next moment, there was a thud.
The burly man was sent flying, his nose broken.
Chen Yun looked at her fist, somewhat surprised.
She had noticed a change in herself while walking on the road earlier; her footprints in the snow had become shallower than before, similar to those skilled Thunder Listeners.
Unexpectedly, her punch had such power, as if she were born with divine strength.
She glanced at the others, the group that was initially eager to try all avoided her gaze.
Afterward, Chen Yun walked away.
Even if she couldn't follow Young Hero Duan's footsteps and leave, she still had her own path to pursue.
At night, the thunder roared repeatedly.
