The far depths of the southeast quadrant.
Here, the dunes grew taller and the spiritual energy was thin and unstable.
A lone and tired beauty walked forward with a face full of bitter resentment.
Song Ruyi.
Even from a distance, one glance was enough to know what kind of young miss she was: pampered, haughty, the sort who considered speaking to strangers beneath her dignity. Her long red-and-black daoist robe fluttered around her sweet and slender body, somehow making her look both delicate and untouchably noble. Yet right now those ruby eyes were narrowed into slits of pure displeasure.
She had no idea where she was going.
She simply walked.
And complained.
"Useless dogs…"
She muttered under her breath as she kicked at a small ridge of sand.
"I HATE THIS SO MUCH! The moment those Gu family curs ambushed us, they scattered like rats! Left me! ME! Alone in this godforsaken wasteland!"
She hugged her sleeves tighter.
