The night deepened by degrees.
Moonlight, like a pristine white veil, softly shone over every stretch of land within the Daughter Country Imperial City.
Qingluan, as one of the lowest-ranking female soldiers in the Feng Ming Guard.
She gripped the Red Tassel Spear in her hand, clad in light armor that swayed softly around her as she walked.
A faint, almost imperceptible air of desolation showed on her face.
Her cultivation talent could only be called average.
Thus, despite having long passed the age when one could rapidly improve one's cultivation, she was still merely a Third-Class Soldier in the Feng Ming Guard.
Even her father, mother, and the others had always looked down on her most of all, making her current position within this prestigious force increasingly difficult.
After all, without her family's support, someone like her naturally had an even harder time getting by.
"Alas."
Qingluan let out a sigh.
Looking at her fellow guards all around her, she felt a few faint sighs rise in her heart as well.
Perhaps if she had the support of her family, she would at least have become a Second-Class Guard in the Feng Ming Guard by now, able to cultivate better techniques and become stronger.
Still, she could understand her family's way of doing things.
After all, her younger brother's talent and innate physique were first-rate, while hers were merely middling.
Perhaps that would have counted as decent in some remote little place, but within the imperial city at the Country Lord's feet, the situation was entirely different.
She had only barely met the conditions and qualifications to enter the Feng Ming Guard.
Third class already seemed to be her limit. Wanting anything beyond that was nothing but a daydream.
Gradually, "Qingluan, it's your turn to rest."
A clear, lovely