Qionghua Secret Realm.
The Dome Palace was still hidden amidst the clouds and fog of the mountains, the vague fluctuations of the formation recording its past prosperity.
By the scarred shore of the leech-filled lake, the collapsed giant sakura tree covered the body of the leech king with its withered branches. If no one else visited, this quiet might continue until the end of time, until the collapse of the Secret Realm.
In the seemingly eternal silence, a pair of delicate, fair feet gently stepped on the edge of the broken bridge corridor.
This was a barefoot young girl in palace dress, her eyes complex as she gazed at the giant sakura trees and the leech king piled together in the distance.
And during her pondering, a tall woman appeared beside her.
The woman wore a veil, obscuring her face, but her tall figure, dressed in a plain patterned palace-style ceremonial dress, the white hem trailing a full yard behind her unstained.
Sacred and noble.
