The Outer Ring, a forgotten land.
It was littered with countless Hollows left unattended.
Though danger lurked everywhere, the resources available for development were extremely limited.
There were only small amounts of minerals and oil. Other than that, there was nothing.
Before the main hall of the Taixu Sect.
Fu Hua wore a white-and-cyan Daoist robe, the Taiji pendant on her body swaying beneath her sleeve.
Her high gray ponytail and bangs covering her right eye gave her an elegant, otherworldly air.
One hand rested behind her back, while the other held an oiled-paper umbrella.
Her visible eye was tightly shut.
Beside her stood the Herrscher of Reason, one hand on her hip and the other controlling the blade hidden within its sheath.
Below them, Sushang wore a green-and-white dress and held a bamboo oiled-paper umbrella, a smile on her lips.
Beside her was Cui Ji, dressed in blue-and-white Daoist robes and holding the Xuanyuan Sword.
Slowly opening her eyes, Fu Hua looked at the two young women before her.
Her gaze was filled with remembrance.
Taking a deep breath and dispelling the unpleasant memories from her mind, she spoke calmly.
"The Taixu Sect was originally founded to fight the Honkai and protect Shenzhou."
"Though this is not our homeland, and though our enemy is no longer the Honkai."
"I still cannot simply stand by and watch the people of the Outer Ring suffer..."
"Alright, alright, Old Fossil. Are you making some kind of pre-battle speech? There are only four of us, and we're all friends here. That's enough."
"Let's just get going!"
Sushang tapped the umbrella in her hand and agreed.
"Exactly. Ancestral Master, we understand all that. Please stop lecturing us."
Fu Hua smiled helplessly.
"Very well. Let's go."
Hoshimi Miyabi, standing in the distance, felt somewhat disappointed.