After leaving Lingzhao's minor world, that little girl had indeed introduced me to the person she wanted me to look after.
Under the maid's guidance, I arrived at the minor world where Xianli resided.
Back then, I had borrowed Dong Ren's corpse to return to life, and Xianli had been Dong Ren's senior sister. Thus, whether toward Dong Ren or me, she was a special existence.
Upon entering Xianli's minor world and seeing my bright and captivating senior sister, who carried a hint of shyness, I found myself somewhat at a loss for words.
I took her hand and asked, "Xianli, have you been well all these years?"
"Thanks to the Saint's care, Xianli has been doing quite well," Xianli replied with a smile.
I nodded and said, "That's good. To be honest, I was feeling rather restless when I came, so I didn't put you first. You won't blame me for that, will you?"
"Of course not. You came at just the right time." Xianli pointed into the distance. "I built a sect down there and teach the disciples their lessons. Would the Saint like to take a look?"
"Mm, that sounds good." I wasn't embarrassed. It had simply been too long, so things felt a little unnatural.
Xianli led me swiftly into a stretch of mountains. Amid the clouds and mist, quite a few basic sect structures had been built on the peaks.
Looking at the style of the mountain gate, I was reminded of the past.
It seemed she intended to recreate those memories.
It wasn't the best outcome, but it was the best choice.
The mountain gate had not given her a life of smooth sailing, but memories were like that. Sorrow and heartbreak, joy and happiness—all of them were unforgettable. There was nothing wrong with