Celestial Root Base

One week slowly turned into one month, then two. The leaves in the forest began changing colours as the number of fallen yellowed leaves increased in the courtyard. Yet, their pride and joy did not return. The gloom over the Celestial Dragon Sect simmered into an unspoken yearning as the number of incense sticks increased at the shrine's altar. Even the outer disciples of the sect heard about the legendary youngest daughter and prayed for her success. A day without Anji was like a day without joy. It was now evident how loved the little girl was in recent years.