No one could have imagined it.
That boy had the courage to venture alone into the Devil Race's forbidden territory.
In everyone's eyes, that was no different from courting death.
Xia Yingyihao could never quite remember how that day had ended.
He only remembered the Saintess's crying, from stifled sobs to heart-wrenching wails. It had come in fits and starts, never stopping.
He had once seen what Cai'er had been like when she underwent the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace's trial.
In the Assassin's Sanctuary's lightless chamber, the little girl had been robbed of her sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch...
Her senses had vanished one by one, as endless loneliness and pain engulfed her.
Yet even in that desperate situation, she hadn't cried so bitterly, so... despairingly.
Later that day, there had been a commotion inside the Sanctuary.
They said Saint Cai'er had suddenly gone berserk, burning through her Spiritual Power without regard for the consequences as she sprinted toward somewhere outside the Sanctuary.
The force of that outburst had even angered Saint Moon, the usually composed Temple Lord—a rare sight.
However, when the assassins chased after her, they found that...
Saint Cai'er was standing dazed in the open space at the Sanctuary's entrance.
Her small body was curled up, her arms wrapped around her knees, her head buried deep between them.
Like a young beast abandoned by the whole world.
She had nowhere to go.
After they returned to the Sanctuary, Saint Moon gave the rare order to let the Saintess rest for a while and suspend all trials.
But no one had expected that...
That very night, Saint Cai'er would walk out of her room of her own accord.
The tears on her face had been wiped away. Her expression was blank as she said, without a hint