Bo Lifen took a deep breath and stared into the inviting dark trove of trees in front of her… it beckoned her to enter and possibly leave behind the problems of her world in the hands of those more capable than her.
A knee jerk reaction she had to trouble was exactly like this. Instead of facing them as what people expected of someone her personality would do, she was running away and hiding.
Even just imagining the belligerent attitude of the cultivator in her tea shop made her heart drop. The heretic cultivator without a care about other people and only saw them through the myoscopic lenses of the criteria he chose to measure them through.
All of it was done without a hint of remorse at all.
What scared Bo Lifen was the fact that she could do nothing during that time.
