New Year's Eve

Today is the final day of the year 3918 of the Dao Calendar, the day of "Year-End," when the old year is cast aside to make way for the new.

Though it is still early morning, the entire Cloud City is already adorned with lanterns and streamers, brimming with festive cheer.

Although High Heaven Pavilion is a transcendent sect, it is not immune to the celebrations; the High Heaven Secret Realm has been decorated in vibrant reds. It has lost a bit of its ethereal aura, gaining a touch more human warmth in its place.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Jiang An'an waves her small hand before his eyes. "It's your turn!"

Jiang Wang has not gone anywhere these past few days; all his spare time outside of cultivation has been spent playing with little An'an.

At this moment, a chessboard sits before them, the black and white pieces clearly demarcated.

The siblings sit opposite each other, looking quite the part.

However...

Jiang Wang thinks for a moment, finally makes up his mind, and drops a black piece, completing the final stroke of the character "Jiang."

"Brother." As Jiang An'an uses white pieces to form her own character, "An," she says with great concern, "You took so long to think—are you not familiar with this character?"

Some worries are not meant to be shared with little An'an, so Jiang Wang prevaricates, "Sometimes, one inevitably forgets how to write a character when holding the brush."

Jiang An'an hurriedly takes a stack of copybooks from her Squirrel Box, beaming with joy. "Then you really aren't familiar with it! I have copybooks here; take them and practice! Don't be shy!"

"Hehe." Jiang Wang smiles and pats her little head. "No need, Brother has bought plenty, enough to practice with. I'll share some