Justine had been alive for over 600 thousand years. She was a bit foggy in the beginning due to the fact she was a street urchin that got supremely lucky. A cultivator, a kind one, had seen potential in her but before that moment, her life was murky at best.
She did not care as it had not impeded her at all.
She had risen up in the Helion Trading Guild like a force of nature. Many had underestimated her and they were all dead or destitute.
Cultivation was not cheap, so no resources meant only a snail's pace could be achieved so death was just as certain when potential ran out.
Now, she sat in a rather subdued office considering her station. She decorated the various halls and rooms of the guild hall but that was for respect and meeting expectations. Anyone that met her in her office was always thrown off by it.
