At this moment, Li Zhibai subtly felt the passage of time.
Has it really been that long?
"Could it be that I am really... getting old?"
The familiar skirts have changed names, the familiar Literary Commander has changed its rules, and the familiar Border Country has gone through numerous changes. What remains to her now is only unfamiliarity.
Sometimes she doesn't want to go out, perhaps because she feels incompatible with this era. After all... for a woman, stepping outside and seeing nothing but juniors is not a pleasant feeling.
Li Zhibai would not call herself an antique, but when she looks at the children who used to be at her knees, now transformed into the Sect Leader of the Profound Sword Bureau who commands winds and rains... she can feel the flow of time.
