A woman in white robes and ink-black hair leaned dejectedly against the well, lost in thought as Qiann Yan observed, propping up a giant sword. Struggle, anger, sadness, pain, disappointment, and despair were evident between her brows.
Not knowing what she was thinking, the white-robed woman cried silently. Tears flowed like a small stream, unstoppable, dripping and dropping into the soil, soaking it.
After a long while, the woman in white suddenly stood and bowed to Qiann Yan: "Greetings, senior."
"Speak your wish."
The woman in white: "I hope senior can help me protect my six disciples, so they don't meet the same tragic fate. It's my incompetence, weakness, and overly valuing familial bonds that led each of them to a sad end. They either fell or became crippled, or fell into demon causing endless slaughter, ultimately punished by heaven with their soul flying and scattering. It's my fault for failing them, as their master, I accepted them but didn't protect them."
