As she feared, the small spark of light from the roof did come from Anji. However, the zoned-out look in those golden, glowing eyes struck fear in Hong Nian Niang's heart.
They were not the eyes of a human. If anything, it resembled a large and dangerous reptile. Was this part of the Mystical Qilin Sect's special skill?
The sky that burned as bright as day slowly turned night again. The four guardians assembled and consolidated their strength, becoming four wisps that gathered near Anji as Hong Nian Niang watched with concern. She had no idea what was happening, but they did not seem to harm the child.
"It has been a thousand years," a voice whispered. The others agreed.
A thousand years too long for some, but they remembered the promise as clear as day. Yet, someone else was missing.
"Where's that lazy scaly bastard?"
Anji could hear the voices but not see them. Yet, somewhere in her long-lost memory inherited from Bi Yao, she knew who they were.
