Sifuer had long anticipated that there would be a day like this on the path she chose. She looked at the longsword in her hand, her wrist still trembling uncontrollably. The gazes of the Demon Race around her watched with amusement, the people from the cornerstone realm looked on coldly, her subordinates waited eagerly. Countless burdens weighed upon her. Driven by an unwilling heart and naive calculations, she made it this far step by step. She never thought things would go so smoothly, nor could she predict whether the Holy City would recognize her actions and not hold her accountable after today.
A light patting sensation came from behind her; she turned around to meet the approving and acknowledged gaze of her grand-uncle. The encouragement from the elders seemed to give Sifuer boundless courage. Looking again at her Uncle Bailang's resolute face, her hand finally stopped shaking as she stepped steadily out of the pavilion!
