"Uwa~"
In an icy place, a woman suddenly cried out as though she was falling.
She really was falling. However, she safely landed on the ground, turning to look at the huge gates behind her that didn't open nor close but opened a pathway to a secret realm.
"You-!"
She threw her finger at it, pointing like she had some grievances to address. But eventually, she just folded her hands and pouted, appearing to think about something else.
"You do not belong here." A vague, misty voice emerged from beyond the gate, "You have not adapted to the teachings of the Forsaken Yin. Your heart is in disarray, filled with longing and worship of the mundane. It wouldn't do well for you to continue cultivating the Forsaken Yin Lotus Manual with that kind of character. Your talent is great for you to have reached the final trial, but I cannot allow you to inherit the Forsaken Yin Lotus Divine Art. You will not only fail but also sever our last lifeline to survive. Leave, brave soul Natalya."
