Wei Lan was not able to think of anything she could offer Wu Long that someone of his caliber could value. Since her thoughts reached a dead-end as she passed through the sect and saw the scenery her thoughts began to naturally drift.
Previously she did not have the time to properly process the loss of everything she believed in, or more accurately, she was busying herself not to think about it.
It was only two months ago that she went through the same places she passed by on her way now, living the peaceful life of a Grand Elder, guiding her disciples and subordinates, and feeling content. And now that she looked at the empty and deserted alleys, buildings, squares, and training fields, she was finally feeling a profound loss. The feeling of betrayal from some of the people she most respected and trusted hit her like a wave.
