Back then, when Li Zhilan's mother had been feeling down, she had also told her beloved daughter all sorts of good things about her sect.
The battle five hundred years ago had made Horizon Sea Pavilion's might shake the Outer Seas.
When cultivators of that sect went out to travel, never mind cultivators of the same rank—even seniors a realm above them were often extremely courteous.
Horizon Sea Pavilion, favored daughters of heaven—as she listened to her mother's stories, an indelible mark of that sect had long since been left in Li Zhilan's young heart.
Besides, now that her parents had already fallen, where could a tiny Spirit Movement Stage cultivator like her go?
Her mother's sect was her only choice.
Returning to Quiet Moon Island had taken her through countless hardships, and her purse had long since grown shy. But the entrance ceremony was still several days away, and staying here required Spirit Stones no matter what she did. With no other choice, Li Zhilan could only take the few materials and talismans she had to the temporary market, hoping she could sell them for at least some Spirit Stones.
But the bones and hides of first-rank demonic beasts, along with a few tattered talismans, were truly shabby to the extreme. For the entire morning, she had not sold even a single Spirit Stone's worth.
She had suffered plenty of cold looks instead. Li Zhilan's heart was bitter; though she was young, she had already deeply tasted the warmth and coldness of human feeling.
Yet what could she do? Who told her she was just one pitiful orphan girl? And the cultivation world had always followed the law of the jungle...
Self-pity was useless. Even if tears welled up, she had to swallow them down into her stomach. But