Eye ribbon -3

Xiao Ling'r quietly retreated to her chambers, her mind churning with Bai Lung's words.

As she replayed the encounter in her mind, she could not deny the unsettling truth that lay beneath his rhetoric.

He speaks of power and ambition as if they are the true measure of worth in this world.

She frowned, her fingers nervously tracing the intricate carvings on her teacup that was still warm with tea in it.

And yet she knows, he is not entirely wrong.

She learned the hard way his great is power.

It is the strong who shape the course of history, while the meek are relegated to the shadows.

She thought back to the constant sheltering of her father, the Sect Master, and how it had stifled her growth.

Bai Lung saw her potential and recognized the steel that lay beneath her delicate facade.

With his backing, she could rise above the constraints that had been thrust upon her.