Before the Great Hall of Treasures,
the towering woman trembled as she stepped outside, her serpent-like eyes losing their luster.
In the deserted temple, she seemed to move to the water tank purely by instinct.
With both hands, she scooped up water.
After several trips back and forth, she finally cleaned herself. When the water surface settled, reflecting her distraught face, the woman prince froze momentarily.
The bones of her face still carried traces of heroic strength. Qin Qingluo stared vacantly for ages before silently wiping away the dried tear stains on her cheeks.
She gripped her hair crown tightly, trying to gather the disheveled ponytail back into order. Yet her trembling fingers failed her, and eventually, she gave up.
Her tattered clothing barely managed to conceal her figure as she walked slowly back to the Great Hall of Treasures. Kneeling on the prayer mat, she turned her face miserably to gaze at the scarlet-clad woman on the floor.
