Master of My Own Fate

She once made a vow.

Back then, she knelt before a cold grave beneath an old pine tree. There was no one around, only the sound of the wind and wine spilled onto the earth.

She spoke softly, yet with more conviction than any shout:

“I swear, I will become the strongest person alive.

From this day on, no flame will ever burn away everything I hold dear,

no cold will ever take my life,

and no one will ever control my path.”

From that moment on, she never looked back.

From a hungry childhood in a ruined temple to a bloody path through the mountains;

from a body clothed in rags to stepping into the Nascent Soul realm;

from an orphan with no one waiting for her to someone others looked up to.

No one could stop her.

Because she remembered.

She remembered why she got back up after every fall. She remembered the vow she made before that grave. She remembered the name she had been given:

Li Yu.