In a corner of the loft, an old cat dozed lazily, its tail swaying gently from time to time, adding a touch of life to the ancient space. It seemed to be another Guardian of these records, silently accompanying them through one lonely day and night after another.
In such a setting, a profound calm settled over Jiang Qiu, the Nine-tailed Fox, One-tailed, and Ah Xiong. The ancient tomes, the tranquility of the loft—everything felt so pure, so real. There was no din of the bustling mortal world here, only the soft echo of history whispering in their ears.
Before long, under the Guardian Elder's guidance, Jiang Qiu went alone to the shelves in the deepest recesses of the room. He opened an ancient book, and an illusory vision unfolded before his eyes...
