The two demon mask guards slowly like machine robots, slide their long metal-coated silver spears away from the bridge entrance as though they are inching her in. She inhales deeply bruising herself for what is to come as she straightens her posture, looking forward with courageous eyes.

"I"m not the head eunuch!" he finally gives her an answer as her feet slowly cross into the first bleak of the bridge.

She turns her head around as her right feet landed on the first bleak. As if that was a sign the two demon mask guards, swiftly lowered their metal spears, obstructing and not allowing her to go back.

He saw her turn around as she tied her swing in the air, on her small beautiful face that is always covered in a veil, revealed enlarge surprise eyes. There was even a hint of feeling in her eyes that shows her loneliness and wanting to connect.

As he saw that words that he kept in came flowing out, "Qin. You called me Qin. I don"t hate you. I just dislike your idiocy and... it"s not your fault! Everything isn"t your fault! So stop hiding your true self in a sh.e.l.l and come out! Everyone! Everyone else is waiting for you!"

He saw her move her chained hands upward, her left hand touching the veil and removing it. On her cherry lip was a beautiful smile, a smile like innocent adolescence. Her lip moved to voice out in silence the words, "Thank. You."

...

She has a faint memory of the word Qin. It was a word, she and someone made up for a small creature. From some faint memories, this creature seems to have tiny claws and sharp teeth, his favorite food was raw meat, have scale like a fish that is a golden yellow, and have four legs. That someone, judging from his shadow, he was a child around 6-8 years old with das.h.i.+ng long black hair.

Drizella can"t move back now that she has taken a step forward. Her only solution is going forward step at a time, this time without turning back, yet, a voice sounded like a man with a low husky tone whisper in her ear to "wait."

This voice sounded so familiar yet distant, she couldn"t put her hands on it, making her hilt in her steps again. She shook her head vibrantly to shake the voice off, only to hear a yet familiar voice out of breath.

"Please wait," the voice of a young child said out of breath.

Drizella didn"t turn around, she stays rooted in that spot. The wind and snow were still dripping on every inch of the ground. Covering everything in white even the places were their footsteps were before.

The child saw that she wouldn"t turn around to face him. He roared at her, "Turn around!"

Yet, she didn"t. She didn"t even flinch from his voice.

"Turn around, Master"

She took a step forward.

"Please turn around, Master. Please. This disciple beg of you, Master... Are you just going to leave like that without saying a word."

Drizella can feel the desperation in his voice. She hesitanted to go take a step further.

"How did you make it here?" she can feel him eyeing her figure from where he stood.

"Are those the words you want to say."

His voice falls short with a mixture of desperation and frustration. She thought quickly in her mind within a second to what she wants to tell him. Her mind was stormed with words of him to be well, stay healthy, don"t worry about me, make sure to train but don"t forget to eat, etc.

"Qin, please escort Shen Yuan back," first, she got to back sure that he remains safe.

Not everyone can reach Emmo Mountian"s summit, only the gifted with a large amount of spiritual energy can. Other than that, those that are allowed by Tang LiWei, the emperor and those that have heavy punishments.

Drizella doesn"t know if Qin would do as she instruction but she put her faith in him. She kept opening and closing her mouth as though she wanted to say a word.

"I am sorry. Shen Yuan... I"m sorry."

Drizella ran off instead of fast quickening her footstep. She has never feel ashamed of saying "I"m sorry" before until today. at this. second!