"... I'm back."
Zhu Ziyan stood there, whispering, turning towards the long hall she knew would lead her to the outside.
She wanted to live, so she will escape.
It was the rational choice. It was the only choice a coward like her who had crawled out of the gutter with all four limbs intact was supposed to make.
Yet her legs felt as though they were cast from lead.
She sent her divine sense outside the temple, where frail men with trembling hands were stacking dried mud-bricks against gates that could not even turn aside a charging rhino, let alone the apocalyptic strike of twenty-six Spirit Ascension elders.
She sighed, taking a deep breath, and stared at the ceiling, 'I wonder...what would sister Yue do in this situation?'
The image of that fierce, red-robed girl materialized in her mind with searing, unquestionable clarity.
