Her tears had already run dry.
Qiao Mu had never known that a person could actually cry so many tears.
Hence, upon seeing the tragedy before her once she ascended the Sect Master's Peak, she didn't cry and only stood there blankly, dumbstruck.
The bamboo and buildings had been razed. Even the bamboo forest that the sect master loved most had burnt to ashes.
She couldn't distinguish which of the corpses piled on the ground belonged to the enemy, and which belonged to her own senior and junior sisters.
Suddenly, her leg seemed to have kicked something.
Lowering her head for a look, she recognized this person: Second Peak's dunce, Chang Yuxi.
She crouched down and patted her bloody face. She shouted expressionlessly, "Dunce, get up! Didn't you want to be my lackey? I'll allow it! So get up!"
Chang Yuxi's eyes were shut tightly, and she didn't speak. She no longer had that effusive energy like in the past.
