"Nothing can be established without first being destroyed... It might be for the best..."
Li Piaoqing stood by the window, gazing at the cold autumn moon, lost in thought.
These days, she had not a single person to confide in.
But she truly hoped... that none of this would have happened, hoped that everyone could trust her one more time, unite, and once again pull Cuiyu Mountain Sect out of its desperate situation.
But the day had finally come.
In the silence of the deep night, the cold light of a sword pierced through her bedroom window.
Li Piaoqing still sat at her desk under the candlelight. In the past few days, she had barely touched her bed. As the familiar faces surrounded her, the exhausted girl looked at them and could not utter a single word.
She never wanted to see this moment come, but she had indeed prepared for it to truly happen.