And then—
As if the heavens themselves conspired against her—
CRACK!
A piece of the stable's roof broke off and plummeted down—
Landing just a centimeter away from her foot.
Divya froze.
The horses huffed.
And if she wasn't mistaken—
One of them even rolled its eyes.
It was almost as if the stable itself was telling her—
"Get lost already."
Her lips parted.
Then closed.
And with a deep, deep sigh, she turned away and slowly disappeared into the darkness.
…
One thing was clear now.
She couldn't stay in this city anymore.
She knew from the countless novels she had written—
Every sect had at least one or two cities under their control.
And judging by how rampant ghost cultivators were in this area—
It was obvious.
This place was their territory.
And she?
She was not the type to walk into a lion's den without protection.
…
Yeah.
And she was also the same person who had just stolen from ghost cultivators.
And was now talking about not provoking lions.
…
