Xing was staring in shock at the broken candle. It was a distinction that a life candle was used for the leaders of the Soulmancers. It was due to their special status and it also was a double edged sword.
A life candle could potentially support a cultivator in their last moments to hold on and recover. It was used up at that moment but that was what it was for. Conversely, if the person watching over the candles had sufficient strength, they could snuff out the candle and instantly kill the connected cultivator.
Neither scenario occurred in front of her.
Her normally bland appearance was pulled away to reveal a darkly beautiful woman. Her ash gray skin was clear to all about what she was but she simply stood alone among a pile of corpses.
She had vibrant white curls flowing down her back and her body was vivacious. The mask of Xing was just that, a mask. One of her thralls that had been useful at a key moment let her survive.
