Silent snowfall descends softly, landing on trees piled high with white snow.
The world is a vast expanse of white, as if filled with a sense of life erased.
Xi Xi crouches beneath the big tree, tears welling in her eyes.
Originally, she could still be strong while alone, but when Yun E and the others appeared, Xi Xi's grievances could no longer be controlled.
She had tried hard, yet ultimately could not save the children of Ascending Immortal Pavilion.
Facing a Martial Saint, and that overwhelmingly difficult to deal with Mysterious Temple God, Xi Xi felt her own helplessness.
"No wonder you... Xi Xi, you don't need to blame yourself."
"They won't blame you either; if they blame anyone, it would be the relatives who sold them."
Yun E gently pats Xi Xi's back, her voice extremely soft, feeling a real sense of heartache looking at Xi Xi's state.
