I am the eldest daughter of the Maple Tribe, unlike my younger sisters who were born with extraordinary talent. When I was young, it was as if Heaven had forgotten to grant me any remarkable traits. My personality was gentle, my aptitude in cultivation was mediocre, and I was often overlooked as just "the eldest daughter." Perhaps it was because of this unremarkable nature that, as I grew older, the disdain from my family grew stronger day by day.
My three younger sisters, on the other hand, were one better than the next—one more intelligent, one more talented. The tribe’s attention was entirely on them. I thought my life would always be this way, drifting through life unnoticed and unremarkable. Yet, to my surprise, thirty years later, my family suddenly began to regard me seriously again.
It wasn’t because of anything extraordinary I did, but because the tragedy of my tribe—one young woman’s death—had ultimately led to...
A seventeen-year-old boy.
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