For five years, much has changed and yet none at the same time. The children of the Celestial Dragon Sect had grown up into fine young adults. All except the one who left her longevity locket behind.
Seasons came and seasons left. Yet, under the persimmon tree, Yan Ping remained the same. In spring, she would be covered by flower petals. In autumn, the fallen leaves would surround her. In winter, snow would pile so high on her that if nobody visited to brush it off her, she would have turned into a living block of ice underneath.
Everyone would remember the name Anji but almost nobody dared refer to her by name for the pain of losing her too soon was simply too fresh.
For the Mystical Qilin Sect, they remember her as the ninth sect leader. Even if Anji had never truly succeeded Yan Ping in a handing-over ceremony, her accomplishments were no less important than Yan Ping's. By ending the war, she had every right to be a sect leader and not a mere successor.
