Walking through the crowd, Jian Jia felt a bit dazed. A northern small town brimming with the scent of cooking smoke. But when she closed her eyes, Jian Jia could perceive the omnipresent "wisps".
She stretched out her hand but caught nothing.
Ten thousand years ago, she was Tao Yao's older sister, her guide. But after millions of years, only her soul's echo remained, becoming Tao Yao's "younger sister", sheltered by her. Jian Jia felt the wisps beside her, and couldn't help but sigh.
Decayed body, echo.
What could Tao Yao possibly be?
How did she manage to preserve herself to such an extent?
Jian Jia still remembered when she, as an echo, opened her eyes, she saw Tao Yao as a complete being, even more complete than when they swallowed the Spiritual Pearl back then. Her emotions, self, and humanity were impeccably intact, as if they were back in ancient times ten thousand years ago, with no difference at all.
