Time passed.
The third year, the eighth month of the Covenant.
In the inheritance lands of the Nine Yin Petal Secret Realm, the massive gate finally opened, allowing a number of people to exit. Not only were they clad in robes of blue adorned with black yin petals, but they all possessed cold and detached outlooks, seemingly caring about nothing.
However, they all looked at one person without fail, seemingly wanting to say something but having an expression that seemed to say that they still couldn't care less.
It was a woman.
She stood at the forefront, the icy wind subtly parting around her form as though the very mini realm acknowledged her presence. Her figure was graceful yet imposing, clad in flowing white and black robes laced with yin-petal motifs.
