Western Pole, Eternal Night.
A woman with kind eyes, but devoid of hope, holds a long flute, sitting in the snow, playing a tune.
The melody drifts melodiously, carried far by the snow.
When the tune ends, it's heart-wrenching, she puts down the flute, and forgets what she wanted to say.
Three years ago, she was the Queen Mother overseeing the Nine Flames;
Three years later, she is a woman with only hollow splendor, ignored by all.
She is placed in a prestigious position, able to do anything she wishes.
But truly, what can she do?
She appears to have the greatest freedom in the world.
Yet, she has also gained the greatest loneliness in the world.
The woman is Zhenyan Xue.
At this moment, her heart is like dying embers, filled with melancholy and solitude.
Her man is dead, perished in that grand Withered Fire revelry, for reasons she knows well.
Her grandson Zhenyan Mie is still under the care of the Barbarian Queen, and as a grandmother, she has no real means to help.
