Later that evening, Xueyao could be seen taking a lonely stroll in the compound. She had a large coat adorned with red-white-fur around the collars draped on her shoulders. The oversized coat dragged on the floor as she moved about, exploring every place of their house over and over again. The white tips of her hair fell gracefully over her lower back and slowly dominating the dark regions of her hair.
She would sigh once in a while and rock gently back and forth on the wooden swing.
For some reason she hated the peace and quiet and feared what was going to become of her after this.
The immortals of the Third Heaven couldn't be fooled and it was only a matter of time before they stormed in to arrest her for her crimes.
A crime she had no choice but to commit. Who would have imagined this so-called tribulation would demand that she be a murderer. A murderer for saving a world that never did as much for her.
