"Master, you don't know. When you can't see anything clearly, when even the earth is black. In those pitch-dark and bleak, completely helpless days, I especially hoped for someone to come and help me, to help me. Even if it were to pull me along a little, that was already enough!" The little stoic spoke softly, muttering to herself.
Even if Murong Xun didn't understand when her youngest disciple had the time to form a team, as her youngest disciple had cultivated at the sect since she was seven years old.
But she knew her youngest disciple's tone of voice right now was especially desolate and helpless. When her eyes were staring at you, they were empty, as if they were looking through your soul at who knew where…
