The weather and the time cycle in the hidden realm of Blood Sect was followed the normal climate of the outside world, so just like how barren and dark the Tian Seven Battlefront was, the hidden realm were storming and cloudy as well.
The only way to determine the time was by looking at how dark the sky were. If the light was dim, then it was day time. If the light was absolute dark, then it was night time.
By the time when Mao Xuelian opened her eyes again, it was already midnight.
She waked up in a cramped cell room without any other light source except the light of the torce being putted at the wall outside the cell.
"Where am I...?" Mao Xuelian muttered as she brought her palm to her tingling head.
Then she stopped. Her eyes slightly widened as she felt the damp her palm feel on her head. After she brought her palm to her front, she then realized that she was covered by blood!
She immediately checked her body for any other wounds, and fortunately didn't found any other than the one on her head. She carefully feel the wound on her right side of head to her right cheek and touched it. The wounds was dried already. The blood on her body was already began to thickened. It's meant that a significant amount of time might've already passed after she being slapped by that one Elder.
After comfirming that she was overally okay, Mao Xuelian heaved a sigh of relief—the one which brought a frown on her face.
Relief? She shocked by her own emotion.
Me? Relief?
Relief meaning successfully being spared from danger, so she, the Thorn Empress, Tairyn von Mortist, felt threatened?
For a while, Mao Xuelian didn't even move a bulge. Her mind frozen—she couldn't accept her feeling.
"You seems calmer than I expected, brat..." A hoarse voice suddenly cutted her self-doubt sesson.
Mao Xuelian turned to looked at the source of the voice; toward her left. There she found a bruised man, his body covered by fresh wounds and blood so severe that Mao Xuelian surprised that he still alive in this state.
"Wh-who are you?" Mao Xuelian asked him, showed a trembling state outward.
"'Who?' you ask? WHO?" The man suddenly bursted out laughter. "It's me, brat! Cultivator Cui, the one who brought you here!"
After he stopped laughing, the man who completely couldn't be related to the calm and composed Cultivator Cui glaring at her.
"All of this happened to me because of you, brat! You had brought misfortune and shame to me! It's all your fault! It's you! Yet, they claimed that it was me who incompetent that I picked the wrong child from the village! Now they erase my status as one of the Core Disciples among the Inner disciples and directly thown me down to become an Outer Disciple! You... ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!! ARGHH! WHY DON'T YOU ARE THE DESTINED ONE!!!"
The man writhe and kept screaming angrily toward her, but he couldn't touch Mao Xuelian because of his severe wounds had hindered him to even lift his head up.
Mao Xuelian shuddered and trembling weakly outside, while began to analizing the situation with calm mind inside.
So he's the one who took the blame, she nodded inwardly.
She began to takes presumption of the Blood Sect upperclass's way of thought.
Perhaps they'd choose to first wait and see how me performance was in the immediate field?
A smile formed on her bloodied lips while she lowered her head and covered her ears from Cultivator Cui's screeches.
And her presumption was right.
Noticing the commotion, the overseer of the prison is walked over to the front of the cell and angrily kicked the iron bars while shouting at Cultivator Cui. "Shut your bloody mouth up, trash!"
Cultivator Cui's eyes lit with a newly found light as he looked at the overseer's face. That face was the one he'd familiar with.
"Cousin? Cousin, help me! Get me out of this hell cell! I'll reward you everything you want! I don't even mind giving Mingju for—"
However, before even Cultivator Cui finished his desperate plea, the overseer held out a rectangle piece of paper with some strange and mystical-looking script written on.
The script on the paper lit up as the overseer send his energy into it.
The next moment, a smiliar script appeared on the forehead of Cultivator Cui, and he began to screaming in agony for seemingly is no reason.
The scream lasted only for a minute, but Cultivator Cui left like a dying man, like, even more dying than before after the overseer put the rectangle paper back into his sleeves.
After making sure that Cultivator Cui didn't have any energy left to shouting or screaming anymore, the overseer shifted his gaze toward Mao Xuelian.
"A-ah... N-no..." Mao welled and shook her head pathetically after noticed the overseer's gaze was now on her.
The overseer, fortunately, didn't held out the paper to her. He just scoffed and said, "You shall now identified yourself as the Blood Sect's people from then on, surnamed Mao."
The overseer reached into his sleeves and picked out a wooden token with Mao Xuelian's name engraved onto it, before toasted the token toward Mao Xuelian.
After Mao Xuelian successfully catched the token with a confused face, the overseer continued. "Tomorrow, you may exit the prison and go to the outer area and meet Dean Bo for getting your uniform and a cave. From now, you are the Blood Sect's Servant disciple."
With all being said and given, the overseer left the cell with a slow and nonchalant pace.
Mao Xuelian silently wiped the tears and dried blood from her face with her sleeves before checking her token. A determination arose inside her as her eyes gleamed strongly.
"Servant disciple..." She muttered with a smile.