Human Realm

The imperial city of the human realm was a flourishing spectacle. On this festive day, lanterns had just begun to glow along the riverbanks. Beautiful ladies and talented scholars drifted through the waters in boats—a splendid painting of an age of prosperity.

Far away, a little girl carried a young man in red on her back, going from house to house, knocking upon every door and begging for a blessing on this festive day.

Some common folk were kind, graciously offering their blessings. Others were cold, mercilessly driving away the uninvited guest.

The warmth and chill of human hearts were laid bare with every door the little girl knocked on.

Braving stars and moon, frost staining her hair, Yin'er seemed unaware of it all. With sincerity still written across her face, she knocked on one household after another, seeking a blessing for the person on her back.

"Get lost already. Don't stand here and offend the eye. What a damper on the festival."

After being refused who knew how many times, Yin'er silently carried Ning Chen away. Her expression did not waver in the slightest as she continued toward the next house.

The indifference of human hearts could make one hate to the very marrow whenever the matter had nothing to do with them. Yet when it truly had nothing to do with them, who believed they had any obligation to offer their kindness for another?

Yin'er bore no hatred and no resentment. Step by step, she walked down the street, never once looking toward the distant bustling splendor.

The remote street was cold and quiet, a stark contrast to the prosperity by the river in the city. That lonely figure was so slender and frail. Even with her innate cultivation, at this moment, she was still the most helpless