"You've only ever known Su Jiu. You have no idea what kind of deity the true Shuang Jiu is, do you?
Now that she has lost her memories, she is even less likely to be swayed by emotion. I can tell you plainly and with absolute certainty: trying to appeal to her feelings is no different from a fool dreaming the impossible."
Every word Zhiqi spoke pierced their hearts like an awl, and the two restless artifact spirits fell completely silent.
"But we are her artifact spirits, after all. If we don't stay with her, where else can we go..."
Zhiqi gave Little Pearl an indifferent glance. "Don't worry. I'll take you in temporarily for the next ten thousand years. As for what happens after that... it will depend on your fortune."
In truth, Zhiqi had long since divined that there would be a strange point in time ten thousand years later...
Time flowed like water, and ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
The Nine-Petal Frostflow Flower once again blossomed with its original splendor.
Through that long river of ten thousand years, the Clear Purity Pool remained as quiet as ever. No one came to disturb it, nor was there the slightest sound, as though another barrier had formed between it and Heaven Beyond Heaven. Shuang Jiu's entire world was as still as a painting on a wall...
Yet on this particular day, Heaven Beyond Heaven seemed unusually lively. Even some of the clamor reached the part of Heaven Beyond Heaven where Shuang Jiu lived...
"If we count it properly, this debt of yours has been outstanding for ten thousand years. I say, Zhiqi, isn't it about time you settled it in full?" Kunle held a pen, writing stroke after stroke in some unknown book.