After leaving Mt. Tianheng, Xiu Yuan had no particular destination in mind. He began strolling leisurely around the area.
This ninth life was neither especially good nor especially bad.
The good part was that his weary body and mind could finally catch their breath. The bad part was his fear that too much comfort would wear away his resolve to return.
That was why Xiu Yuan drank tea every day. Each cup was a chance to reflect on his first eight lives, to remember every detail and every promise.
Decades had passed now, yet he had forgotten nothing. That resolve remained firmly rooted in his heart.
"Hahahahaha! You say you're a qilin? Do you even believe that yourself?"
"Rather than a qilin, I'd say you're a ball with horns."
The voices reached him before their speakers came into view.
Xiu Yuan followed the voices. After passing through a forest, he was greeted by the sight of a ball covered in blue fur, with a Demon God standing beside her.
"I really am a qilin. I'm not a ball." The blue ball spoke in a rather sweet, adorable voice, barely distinguishable from that of a little girl.
"What qilin looks like that? I think you're just a furball that became an immortal. Let me see whether those horns are real." With that, the Demon God approached the blue ball.
"These are horns. You can't just touch them..." The blue ball suddenly rose a little higher. At a glance, four thick, chubby little feet had appeared beneath her, making her look utterly adorable.
The Demon God froze at the sight.
"Pfft!..." He immediately burst out laughing.
The ridiculous sight of four little chubby feet sprouting from a ball was simply too much for the Demon God to bear.
Although Xiu Yuan knew