Many years had passed, and Zi Ji's appearance hadn't changed at all. She still looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, naive and honest, with clear, innocent eyes. Although she had only been at the Sect for a year, everyone in the Fifth Division treated her as if she were their own younger sister, with great affection and care.
At this moment, when Zi Ji appeared, Yan Bei, captain of the Fifth Division, said, "Why are you here? Hurry back!"
Zi Ji was dressed in simple clothes, with delicate features and an ordinary demeanor—the kind of person who wouldn't attract a second glance on Long Street. She cradled a small black dog in her arms; it was very well-behaved, its pair of shiny black eyes seeming full of spirit.
Hearing Yan Bei's words, Zi Ji's glistening eyelashes fluttered, and she said earnestly, "Sister asked me to come help you all."
The disciples of the Fifth Division were startled, then voiced their concerns, "You're not needed here. Quickly go back."
