As the early winter season arrived, the weather had turned cold, and the morning sunlight also arrived a bit later. Sitting in front of the mirror arranging her appearance, Jing Yuan suddenly felt that her life shouldn't be like this.
She was the pride of the heavens, the most promising among the younger generation of the eighty-two sects in the Kunlun Mountains, the youngest Sect Leader of a Kunlun sect, wielding the power of life and death over all the members of a neither weak nor strong sect, at least that's how it seemed on the surface.
