“Hm…” Rubbing her chin in deep thought, An Fei carefully scrutinized an object before her. To be precise, it was a plain mirror, one with a silvered surface and a leather casing. Propped up at an angle on a table, the mirror was of such mundanity that a single glance could determine that it was of little value. However, what …

Jiang’an. The center of Great Yong, the golden city of the hegemon of Shattered Star continent. With just the inner city spanning over thirteen kilometers in diameter, Jiang’an was a paradise of wealth, knowledge, and influence. And at the epicenter of the inner city sat a massive palace of gold, one that towered over all other buildings in the city. …

No longer floating in the center of the bathing pool, An Fei found herself in a crystal throne room. The walls, the floor, even the ceiling was made of a translucent, sky blue crystal that pulsed with a soft glow. The entire room was massive, and she estimated it to be thirty meters in width and height, and a hundred …

“Servants! Just what are you doing!? Hurry and get the Fourth Miss cleaned up! Are you going to stand there until she fuses with the earth!?” With Wei Xuan heralding a shrill cry of anger towards the people nearby, the servants quickly rushed forward to pick An Fei from the ground. Bowing respectfully to the anxious minister, they quickly ushered …

The Great Yong Empire. A massive hegemon in the Shattered Star Continent, the empire alone controlling over a third of the overall territory, be it through direct influence or sanctions. Merely the territories directly managed by the ruling family exceeded three thousand square kilometers, the vassals overseeing land of a much greater scale. In the entire Shattered Star Continent, not …

Waking from a fitful sleep, An Fei found herself in the study room again, nestled comfortably on the linen bed. With a quiet yawn, she stretched her limbs before laying on her left side as she hugged the pillow, occasionally scratching her ears. There seemed to be a commotion just outside the curtains, the arguing voices both male, one aged …

“…father?” An Fei asked, scrutinizing the man’s appearance. High-ridged cheekbones, those naturally narrowed and smiling eyes, and that tiny stubble that adamantly refused to disappear, who could it be other than her Second Uncle of back then, An Rong Wen? Why was he calling himself her father, and as Wei Xuan? Could someone please explain to her what was going …

The person who had entered was a woman in her thirties. An oval-like face with a pointed chin, small dimples gracing her mouth and dark hazel irises, the woman was a mature, beautiful lady. Dressed in a light purple spring garb of an ancient clothing style, she stepped into the room holding a wooden tray. On it, An Fei could …

Watching the man’s figure disappear into the smothering darkness, the girl released a sigh of relief. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the chilled concrete ground, falling into a restless sleep. Drifting between the thin barrier of consciousness, several hours were spent with the girl tossing around, huddling and bringing her body together to retain warmth. Plink. Another …

Plink! A soft sound resounded as a drop of water detached from the ceiling. Gracefully falling, it’s descent was forcefully interrupted as a swirling river directly underneath devoured the drop, completely ravaging and assimilating it without another trace. The next moment, tranquility had returned, the river’s soft gurgle the only reminder of the drop of water’s presence. Above, the ceiling …