She buried these feelings for him. She never expected to see him again and prepared for the extreme awkwardness of running into him when she had purge... all of her romantic feelings for him. They would approach the same situation differently, she imagined, and maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that she show up.And then came a more practical reason for not showing up—it wouldn’t look very good for an A-List poet of a major publishing corporation to show up at a rival’s party. She had been included. "Oh," burst out of me inadequately. I stopped dead still for a moment and stared.What in God's name had I done?Last night's dream flooded back to me. It had all seemed so vivid. Somehow I must have started sleepwalking, and got up and grabbed the cat and put him on the table and——and cut him up and killed him!What the hell kind of man was I to have done such a thing? What kind of evil, vicious bastard was hiding inside me that I could have done this to a poor, innocent animal? I'd loved that. For a Martial cultivator at the epitome of the Martial path, to make the next step and became a God requires the use of all of his or her Martial accumulation to create a Natural Law of their own that can only by governed by themselves. A Godly Law Template, at least the one I had, is a plate made from one of Nature’s seven elements: Dark, Light, Fire, Water, Earth, Wind and lightening. On it transcribed the successful formulation of a Natural Law, either by a cultivator who attained Godhood or. "So what did uncle Bertram leave the rest of us Miss Drake?" your mother asks as you sign your name across the pages."I'm sorry to tell you this Mrs. Doe, but none of the other members of this household appear in his will at all" replies Bella with dismay."So nothing? Nothing at all? What about John's sisters?" your mother asks."I'm sure they haven't been forgotten about Mrs. Doe, I will personally ensure to check through the documents again just for you" the lawyer says with a smile, lying.