Chapter 144 Hand Her Over（1）
- PEONY CRIMSON’S POV
- My breathing slowed, stabilized. My rage was transformed by the satisfaction of seeing the Saintess lying on the ground. The corner of my lips lifted bitterly. As I was about to turn around, Elenor's hand suddenly caught my ankle and I almost tripped.
- "You'll never know how powerful Azalea will be." Elenor coughed.