Reporting to the Law Enforcement Hall

In the Mountain Village in the West, an elegant woman stood before the village. She was surrounded by a celestial aura and seemed detached from worldly affairs.

She gazed at the abandoned village in silence. Her eyes were calm but a bit nostalgic.

After a long while, she walked toward the village. Her celestial aura gradually diminished like she was finally descending on the mortal realm.

People on the road avoided her.

The woman observed them but said nothing.

Some people remained content where they were. They didn't want anything. Others always looked for an opportunity to be better.

The woman looked at a person and snapped her fingers.

She gave the person a chance.

Whether they accepted it or not depended on them.

Finally, the woman arrived in front of a collapsed house. She stood there silently.

As the sun set, she walked toward the slope behind the village.

She noticed a grave along the way.