In fact, Rose Vesper felt she had always been struggling hard, to resurrect Jie Luo, for the power of the Holy Court, and for her status and influence across the entire Sky Dome Continent.
But now, inexplicably, Rose Vesper only felt that all her efforts were worthless.
The power of the Holy Court? Status on the Sky Dome Continent?
They were just fleeting clouds. What was the point in pursuing these things? When one grows old and dies, won't everything be lost to the winds?
Even resurrecting Jie Luo no longer seemed so important.
A person long dead, even if truly resurrected, would he still be the same Jie Luo?
What was the point in spending her prime years on these matters? Why not lie down and relax her weary body and soul?
After all, she was indeed very tired.
At this moment, Rose Vesper seemed to lose all motivation; she even wanted to lie on the deck and have a good sleep.
