Duobao bypassed Lake Heart Island and returned to their quarters with his junior brothers and sisters.
He checked the supplies into the vault, filed away the mission records, and settled his junior brothers and sisters before finally finding some time alone.
An ever-burning lamp was lit in the quiet room, its flame flickering gently.
Duobao sat on a cushion, sorting the Storage Bags from the missions one by one and arranging the Jade Slips by category.
His hands moved, but his mind never stopped.
That flute melody still echoed in his ears.
After following Zhunti for so many years, he had heard it only a handful of times.
Duobao put away the last Jade Slip, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the bamboo grove beyond the window.
The wind rustled through the bamboo leaves, like someone whispering in the distance.
It reminded him of something from long ago.
Back then, he had still been in Kunlun, nothing more than a little Treasure Seeking Rat that had yet to undergo Transformation. He knew nothing and feared everything.
Golden Immortal cultivation was nothing in Kunlun, and senior uncle Yuanshi did not like him. Every day, he had been extremely cautious, terrified of making a mistake and being thrown out.
Only senior sister had never looked down on him.
Whenever she spoke to him, she never acted superior. Instead, she would crouch down and meet his gaze at eye level.
Duobao remembered one time when he had been sorting ores in the Treasure Vault and accidentally lost a piece of Sun Essence Gold. He searched for an entire day but could not find it.
He had been drenched in sweat, tears welling in his eyes.
Su Miao came over and asked him what was wrong.
He stammered out the explanation,