A little over a year had passed since that fateful day, a day that had been marked into Wen Mingna's heart like an engraving in astral stone. The day that she had met Wei Wuyin once again, not as the Myriad Yore Continent's youthful neophyte of the Tri-Vision Starfield, but the well-established, feared, worshipped, and revered Prince of Everlore.
Before that year, she had quietly and diligently struggled to make a path for herself, one where she wouldn't be considered as a measly woman of fleeting beauty, but a cultivator with the potential to one day stand at the pinnacle. Her upbringing from royalty had not spoiled her eyes to the difficulties of the world. No, in fact, it had broadened her perspective as she maintained a clear and open mind.
