Chapter 572 - Chapter 572 - Pure White Betrayals Are Always Connected By A Half Dozen (Or Fewer) Degrees Of… Preparation

Mint eyes squinted in contentment as Elua licked the crumbs from her fingers, walking precariously along the roof ledge. The whole rhythm of the place beneath her feet and the world at large had continued without her, just as she knew it would. Some things would never change, some would alter only on the surface like she had done to herself for the first years of her new life. The cosmos was a beautiful place of cycles and constants which the cultivator adored…