"Five Forms of Sword Disassembly—I really want to meet Senior Sister..." Xing'er said dreamily. Fan Ya patted Xing'er's cheek and smiled. "Junior Sister, you must be tired today too, right? Hurry and meditate properly to recover some of your vitality. You still have to participate in the Little Sword Assembly preliminaries tomorrow. I won't disturb you any longer. I'll meditate in the room next door. If anything happens, just send me a voice transmission."
"Oh... thank you, Senior Sister." Xing'er was grateful for her thoughtfulness. After Fan Ya left, Xing'er quickly asked about Shao Zi. I had nothing to hide, after all. Since the child had gained an idol and a goal, it was only natural for her to be concerned, so I began with how Shao Zi had debuted back then, when the official Fox Household had entrusted her to me, and continued until nearly midnight. Even I hadn't expected that what felt like a brief description of one or two hours had actually spanned so many years.
In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred years had passed. If Shao Zi had followed an ordinary mortal's journey through life, she would have married in her twenties, spent the next few years supporting her husband and raising children, then worked hard at her career before enjoying retirement in her old age. By now, she would probably have been nothing more than a handful of yellow earth. Yet today, she had opened the gates of Heaven City and established a sect, and still remained unmarried. I couldn't help feeling deeply guilty toward her.
"All right, that's basically everything about your Senior Sister's experiences. As for what happened over the past decade or so, I was gathering my own fortune in the Genesis Heaven and don't know much about