The world always changed too quickly, leaving no time to react.
Zhu Yan had celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday seventeen days ago.
Achieving Foundation Establishment at this age was an exceptional honor, even for a prestigious family in Yan Country.
When she was young, standing atop Xuantian City looking down, she used to feel afraid.
During thunderstorms, she liked hiding under the covers, yet she was also curious about where the lightning struck and what the place it hit looked like.
She eagerly anticipated the next rumble of thunder.
As she grew older, she began to realize she was not afraid of flames at all.
In front of her, fire behaved docilely, like a lamb.
She was different from the mortals.
She was born to be above them.
She began to mimic her brothers, sitting atop Xuantian City and overlooking the common people.
