Plum Blossoms Draw Their Fragrance from Bitter Cold

Time passed.

Even now, she still could not quite understand what qualification she had been striving and fighting for all this time.

For that qualification she could not even explain clearly herself, she seemed to have lost far too much.

She had not even feared killing those who came to take their lives.

Afterward, her heart no longer experienced much turmoil.

It was as though everything had become faint and muted.

Only matters concerning that qualification could stir the slightest ripple within her.

But even that was faint.

Like an inconspicuous droplet falling upon a tranquil lake.

It could raise the smallest of ripples.

Yet in the end, it would still be assimilated by the calm surface of the lake.

And eventually return to stillness.

She looked at the four tiny white flowers on her martial soul.

Then she remembered the story that person had told her beneath the plum tree.

He had said that where he came from, plum blossoms symbolized resilience.

Even when born amid bitter cold, they would still bloom with a rich, enchanting fragrance.

Winter, ice and snow, cold winds—these were all exceedingly harsh conditions for living beings.

Yet they could only make the plum blossoms blooming upon the branches even more beautiful.

She had listened very attentively at the time.

Because her own martial soul was a plum blossom.

Coincidentally, that plum tree had also grown in a bitterly cold place like the Far North Ice Plains.

Although it was also one of Douluo Continent's three great gathering grounds for Soul Beasts.

Because of its exceptionally harsh environment, however, the number of Soul Beasts capable of surviving there was actually very small.

But there.

Both he and she had encountered a plum tree.

Amid the ice and snow drifting throughout the sky, the tree's bare