A moment ago, she had stood above the clouds, looking down at the teeming masses, uncaring toward all except a chosen few.
The next moment, she had fallen into the mire, overlooked and disregarded by everyone, distant and indifferent, even the disciples assigned to miscellaneous duties dared to treat her perfunctorily.
Lan Mengdiex found that her former self-possession and pride, like a castle built of paper, collapsed at the slightest breath of change in a few people's attitudes.
Stubborn by nature, not turning back until she hit a wall, she approached the Chong Yang Temple where Li Xu resided, clutching onto that sliver of faint hope.
Unexpectedly, Li Xu met with her.
"... Master, why did it come to this!"
Li Xu couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this, putting down the brush in his hand and picking up a finished painting from the table to give to her.
