''Master, is this her grave?''
Xueyao nodded, though it wasn't really a grave but she considered it one.
Er Shui stared at the marbled cenotaph in awe and read the sacred words inscribed for the young and departed princess of the Immortal Heaven.
''Wow, Master, she must have been so loved to have this nice words inscribed in tribute of her passing.''
Xueyao hesitated before slowly nodding her head in gut-wrenching guilt. She will never be able to convince herself that it wasn't her fault.
She placed her hand somberly on her chest and remembered the precious core and cultivation she sacrificed to save her life and boost her powers as well.
Powers she would still have to harness and learn how to use it to stop things like this from ever happening again.
Yao-Yao could be seen doing her own little play by a corner and having fun. Ignorant of how wrong she might be in doing so in such a reverend place.
