Azure Cloud Sect!
In a certain secret chamber.
Little Seven sat cross-legged, dressed in a white dress, her long hair hanging down to her waist, holding an empire token in her hand. Using vital energy as ink, she wrote three sentences.
Seeing the token is like seeing the person!
Year after year!
May time be well!
"Little Taoist, I'm afraid we may never meet again!"
Little Seven gazed at the empire token, seemingly recalling fond memories, a sweet smile on her delicate face.
She thought of the courtyard by the clouds...
And the waiting under the setting sun...
Yet, though memories are as beautiful as a painting, they cannot build the future.
"But Little Taoist, rest assured, senior sister will not forget you, even in the next life, countless lives, I won't forget..."
Little Seven tightly held the empire token, murmuring to herself.
As her words fell.
She placed the empire token between her eyebrows, infusing it with a trace of True Spirit.
