Lu Yun’s face twitched to see the little fox resemble Ah Bao and tug on his hem like the mountain ghost once had. Though she’d last seen him hundreds of millions of years ago, to him, he’d only bid her farewell a dozen years past. She was now Wanfeng and had recovered her previous memories, and administered Dusk Province for him.

When he saw the mountain ghost again, a peculiar distress rose in his heart when he thought of Wanfeng. His farewell of a dozen years had been hundreds of millions of years of interminable waiting for Ah Bao. Just like the fake Fuxi had said, Lu Yun’s ten years were too long.

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