A coiled purple serpent entwined around a delicate black lotus that made those who viewed it both awed and afraid. Its sharp fangs could be seen bared as a small drop of liquid could be seen dripping from it.
This was the convoy from the Vyre family. Sitting in the luxurious carriage were two individuals.
One of them was a middle-aged woman whose face had a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth.
Even though she was past her prime, it was not hard to imagine that she would have been a stunning woman in her youth.
Opposite her sat a young lady, her purple hair shining due to the rays of light from the sun shining through the open window of the carriage.
Her beautiful face was staring outside the window, her mind lost in various mundane and unimportant thoughts.
Suddenly, she turned her head to face the middle-aged woman.
