A weakling.
A demon.
A murder.
Those might be the words that would be engraved on her tombstone if she fails to handle this as she should.
For some odd reasons, Xueyao didn't feel all that tensed and pressured anymore as she stepped out of her room.
The evening breeze was so strong enough to bit her farewell by clearing the sands and fallen leaves in her path as she moved towards the gate.
Her face was bare of any enhancement but only a blind man would still admit she didn't look drop dead goregous in the dress and grey hair flowing down her back.
Even the almighty and supreme God of the immortal realm didn't blink fast enough in order to savor this unusual moment.
He loved what he saw simply not because of the peculiar appearnace tonight. But because she looked so brave and determined to do this.
He expected her waking up and trying to hide from a corner waiting for him to knock some senses into her to go for this with her shoulders held high.
