She kept herself simple, that's for sure. But when it came to her appearance, there was one thing she had always been proud of, and that was her flawlessly smooth as eggshells, poreless skin.
Now her face was wrapped tightly and completely in bandages, concealing the deep, raw claw marks that stubbornly refused to heal despite the numerous amount of times she applied spirit infused, medicinal ointments.
Worse yet, during all these months, she hadn't seen her Master, Zhu Zhang. Not even once!
Liang Rou Yan was a famous disciple in the sect, and naturally, had acquired quite a few allies and friends, and yet, since her fall from grace, she had been all but forgotten. No one but her servants had remained loyal to her, staying by her side and doing whichever errands she required them to do, including spying for her whenever she needed to gather a bit of intel.
