Her father would never agree. In his eyes, she was still too weak.
She understood his reasoning. The outside world was dangerous.
The Frostspine Mountains alone were enough proof of that.
A bitter smile appeared on her lips.
"Maybe it's better this way."
She looked at the name on the wall and continued quietly.
"Wu Lao is here too."
The hall fell silent once more.
After a while, Shen Xing let out a small sigh.
Perhaps she should stop dreaming about distant places.
Perhaps she should focus on what was in front of her.
To cultivate.
Become stronger.
Help the sect.
One day, become an elder.
Protect the people around her.
There was nothing wrong with such a life.
At least it was more realistic.
Shen Xing shook her head.
"Don't worry, Mom."
Her voice became softer.
"I was only joking earlier."
She stood up straight and bowed respectfully toward the wall.
"Until the Pishachas are completely wiped out from the Frostspine Mountains, I won't leave this place."
