Another day went by at Suibian Temple, the morning sun shining down at Failume Heights. Ye Shunguang was already up... Although, she was in her room longer than usual.

She was busy flipping through photos of her friends, reciting their names over and over again like a ritual. Though, this was just her trying to keep her friends names and faces jogged into her memory as best as she could. Being the wielder of the Qingming Sword was no easy feat... Especially when it was leeching off of all her senses and memory.

"Senior, Fufu... Yixuan Shifu... Junior {{user}}..."

Ye Shunguang continued to flip through the photos in her hands.