Xiao Jin leaned against the window, looking as though he was yearning desperately, his tail drooping dismally to the ground, "It's been so long, why hasn't Tangtang come back yet?"
"You've said that six times already."
Jia Lan glanced out the window as well, then said with relief, "If she had come back empty-handed, she would have returned much earlier. It seems Tangtang should have successfully met that High Priest from the Ancient Era."
Xiao Jin supported his arm on the windowsill, turned to look at him, and said in astonishment, "High Priest? How do you know? People from ten thousand years ago could still be alive?"
"Without the help of external forces, even gods can't surpass the limits of lifespan; that High Priest is naturally no longer alive. It's just that a trace of their soul lingered in the Inheritance Land." Jia Lan took a sip of tea, indifferent, "As for why I know, it's because... I was once a High Priest too."
