"Oh man, I really admire Selene."
"Same here. Selene is like, the perfect role model for all of us!"
In the Blooming Sanctuary, a group of female disciples watched Selene, who was sitting under a tree, slowly polishing her sword. They couldn't help but sigh in admiration as they gazed at her back.
Petals from the tree above drifted down, gently landing on Selene's shoulders.
Her figure, though a bit thin, radiated a quiet strength that commanded respect.
It was as if nothing in this world could ever bring her down.
"Selene looks like she's lost weight again."
"Yeah… I admire her so much, but it really breaks my heart to see her like this."
In the Sanctuary, if Holy Maiden Aeliana was the untouchable, revered figure that all disciples looked up to, then her younger sister Selene, though not as powerful, was still deeply respected by many.
The reason was simple: they admired Selene's unyielding spirit.
