Translator: Aran

  The Celestial Phoenix Maiden sat alone sorrowfully under the parasol tree.

  A chilly breeze blew past and caused the leaves on the tree to rustle loudly, giving off a melancholic vibe.

  The Celestial Phoenix Maiden sat quietly under the parasol tree like a dry twig. Her face was calm as she thought back to how she had carried the hopes of her race on her shoulders the moment she was born. Although she was a prodigious woman known throughout the Vast Thou..