When He Wanxing heard those three words fall clearly upon her ears—"I'm here"—they were simple words, yet like a key, they blasted through the dam in her heart that had been stretched taut for two years.
Tears welled up before she even realized it, one after another, joining into streams that silently rolled down her cheeks.
She bit her lower lip, trying to hold them back, but the more she resisted, the fiercer they surged. In the end, she simply stopped suppressing them and let all the suffering and longing she had bottled up for so long pour out at once.
She wept with joy, her voice so choked that she could barely form a sentence. "It's good that you came... It's good that you came..."
These past two years, she had truly held on until she was exhausted. When she first entered the Tianxiang Cult, she had believed that, with the strength of character she had realized in Sovereign Abyss and her status as a True Disciple, she would finally be able to gain a foothold in this unfamiliar land and slowly make plans to rescue her parents.
But reality was far crueler than she had imagined. Factions stood everywhere within the Tianxiang Cult, and behind every elder lay a tangled web of connections. She was an outsider, a woman with no roots and no backing. No matter how resolute her heart was, it was difficult for her to carve out a place for herself within that invisible net.
For the next two years, open attacks and hidden arrows never ceased.
She was assigned the harshest, most exhausting tasks; her resources were withheld most severely; her fellow disciples were secretly instructed to exclude and distance themselves from her...
He Wanxing gritted her teeth and endured it all, swallowing every