Ten years had passed since the war between the Heavenly Realm and the Demonic Realm took place.
Ten years had passed since Bai Ling lost her father and the man she loved.
Ten years had passed since Bai Ling assumed the helm of leadership over the Wushan Temple Sect.
Bai Ling, now no longer the selfish and clueless young woman she once was, sighed as she knelt before their memorial tablets.
"Father, Wei Wei, so many things have happened in the past ten years. Leading a sect is by no means an easy task. I should have been more studious and attentive in the past. Maybe then our sect would not have fallen so far in ranks."
Wushan Temple Sect used to be one of the ten great sects that dominated the cultivation world. After the devastating war, however, many sects were destroyed, and the survivors banded together to form new alliances. In the upheaval, the Wushan Temple Sect was cast out of the top ranks.
Bai Ling heaved a long, heavy sigh.
