Bai Jing stared at everything before her, utterly despondent.
She held Li Xuanxiao's cold corpse in her arms.
She remembered everything that had happened before; the sound of rain in her memories overlapped with this moment.
Rain streamed down her cheeks. She could not tell whether it was tears or rainwater.
"Do you remember... the place where we first met? There... I left something for you there..."
Bai Jing arrived in Baiyun County.
Beneath the tree, she found what Li Xuanxiao had left for her.
It was a box containing a black banner.
Triangular in shape, with six streamers drifting gently beneath it.
Bai Jing opened the letter inside the box.
"I possess nothing but this worthless life."
"I remained in the past. Bai Jing, walk toward your future. Consider these gifts for you."
Bai Jing reached out and grasped the final keepsake Li Xuanxiao had left her.
At that instant, her entire body jolted as though struck by lightning.
She stared at the banner in her hand in astonishment.
"How can a heartless, faithless academy like this not be destroyed!?"
The countless academy disciples raised their heads in shock, their gazes falling in unison upon the senior chief disciple suspended in the air.
Her body was drenched in blood. Her snow-white robes had been dyed scarlet, while her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.
It danced wildly in the gale, yet her face was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to discern her expression.
The academy disciples looked at one another, their faces full of suspicion. They had no idea what had happened.
Why had their senior chief disciple suddenly flown into such a rage, even crying out that the academy should be destroyed—words so rebellious they defied all reason?
Just as everyone was bewildered,