Her sobs came in fits and starts, her shoulders occasionally trembling.
Tang Ya felt that she had already suffered terribly.
The Tang Sect had fallen into decline, and people bullied them everywhere. But at least her father and mother had been there to see her through a happy childhood.
Then, when she was ten, her parents were killed by people who stormed into their home. In that moment, even that last bit of warmth was gone.
She watched helplessly as her parents charged at their enemies, then turned back to shout for her to run. They fell into a pool of crimson blood, and she could do nothing.
She should have picked up a weapon and died fighting alongside them. At least then she would have died gloriously, with honor.
But she had been too afraid, and she ran.
That became a pain in her heart that could never be erased. Every time she dreamed, she suffered through it all over again, sobbing beneath her blankets, consumed by regret and unable to sleep.
The Tang Sect was gone. Her parents were gone. Their home had been seized. She was left alone, homeless and adrift.
The only reason she had survived was that her enemies had taken pity on the small amount of goodwill the Tang Sect had earned in Heaven Dou City over the years. Besides, she was so weak that she couldn't even avenge herself, so letting her live was no threat.
At twelve years old, she was only at level eighteen. She hadn't even reached the level of a Soul Grandmaster. Her talent was so poor that she wished she had none at all.
At least then she wouldn't have to spend every day training desperately, day and night, only to find in the end that her sliver