She rarely allowed the look of confidence to shine in her eyes, but Baili An knew she was a person of extreme pride and assurance.
She could calculate each step with precision, grasp the stance, thoughts, and emotions of everyone to just the right extent, and then utilize these deductions for her own benefit.
It was as if she were walking on a tightrope thousands of feet in the air, maintaining a kind of precise and faultless balance.
Provided her calculations were correct, she was confident she could traverse this perilous mountain peak without falling into the Abyss, to shatter into pieces.
But in this world, what true balance exists? Even if she could measure everything accurately, and grasp the human heart thoroughly, high winds might still arise in the skies.
Humans are but specks in the vast sea, and how could drifting be enough to shake the heavens?
