In those green-golden eyes, there reflected a light as gentle and bright as the morning stars.
——Time can be anything or nothing at all.
If one insists on finding a definition, then it can entirely be decided by her.
Time can be her golden tail tip, that little tuft of pure white fur that Lin Guang and her two sisters love to stroke.
And so…
One of her tails lit up.
Amidst the torrent of energy and information, one of her nine tails, the white fluff at the tip seemed to be undergoing a transformation, slowly turning into a silvery white color.
In this moment, which seemed both endlessly long and yet as brief as an instant.
The pillar of light gradually faded, the frenzy of spiritual materials and ether finally exhausted.
Upon Lin Guang's head, a new diamond-shaped fragment on the Black Crown had already halfway materialized.
