Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

As the fifteenth of September approached, the number of people around Xue Lan and her group increased.

As this was the first birthday of the Wolf Lord since the last Northern Region Incident, all the demon clans were terrified, but those who were supposed to come all did.

"This is really..."

Xue Tong stood on the edge of the cloud, watching the pair of kingfishers that had just flown by:

"I don't know who came, but I know perfectly well who didn't!"

The God of Longevity sat upright on the edge of a cloud, raising his hand to gently knead the soft cloud:

"What are you saying? Do you think I'm that kind of bad wolf?"

Xue Tong was already used to this person's feigned innocence and saw through him without hesitation:

"What do you plan to do with those demons and humans who aren't coming?"

Xue Lan did not respond immediately, but instead handed a sculpted cloud-shaped puppy to Xue Qing opposite her:

"Here, this is from your grandmaster."

Xue Qing didn't dare to accept it. The young man was now trying to destroy the worldview he had built up over the years and try to accept that the person in front of him was the grandmaster he had admired for hundreds of years.

But clearly, he failed.

The result of this failure is that I can't treat them as friends, but I also can't show them too much respect.

The young man reached out several times but couldn't catch the little cloud stick stuck on the bamboo skewer.

Su Yunjie, who was beside him, was more candid than he was. She reached out to help her fiancé take the puppy and then held it up in front of him:

"You look quite like you when you were a child."

Xue Qing then quickly spoke, as if changing the subject:

"I am not a dog."

"I know you're a wolf."

This time it was Xue Lan who spoke. Master Xue, who had just given away a puppy, was working diligently again, and in a few breaths he had kneaded a snow-white little fox, which he then handed to Su Yunjie with a gentle smile:

“I used to emphasize this when I was a child.”

She pulled out fragments from her memory and recounted them to the younger generation in front of her:

"The Northern Region is mostly inhabited by twenty-four tribes of beasts. My grandmaster was an unparalleled genius in his childhood. He was often required to transform into the appearance of other demons before he could go out, otherwise he would attract the covetous eyes of that old, hairy beast."

Seemingly realizing that his words were too rough and somewhat detrimental to the unity of the birds and beasts, Lord Wolf touched his nose and added:

"Uh, the 'flat-haired old beast' here specifically refers to that old eagle that can't even enter the cycle of reincarnation."

"Back then, some elders asked, 'Lanlan, what are you?'"

Xue Lan imitated the tone of her elders from her memories, as if she had returned to her carefree childhood.

"Are you a little bear? Or a little leopard...?"

"A little snow jackal?"

The woman pointed at Xue Qing, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears:

"I was just like him back then, proudly correcting him."

"I am a silver moon wolf."

Everyone around laughed, but only for a short while.

After the laughter stopped, there was a long-lasting sadness, a sadness that Xue Lan had instilled in them.

These young people felt uncomfortable hearing that their childhood days, which they could only reminisce about but could never return to, were gone.

Xue Lan felt that she was a really mean-spirited elder.

Storytelling is supposed to make children laugh, so why do everyone around me look so sad when I start talking?

Lang Mingyue was the first to notice Xue Lan's mood. Wanting to lighten the mood, she took the initiative to ask Xue Lan:

"Could you tell me about A-Chuan's childhood?"

Lord Wolf King nodded with delight:

"Ok, Ok."

A wound was torn open in the sadness, filled with the vigorous vitality of youth. Lang Mingyue's liveliness always reminded Xue Lan of the lively young disciples in the sect.

The mountaintop, covered in snow and ice for millennia, will one day meet its own sun.

Xue Tong held the soul-guiding staff and transmitted a message to her:

"Lord Wolf is feeling apprehensive about returning home."

Xue Lan did not refute, and nodded amidst Lang Mingyue's cheerful voice:

"Yes."

"Even though he's Lord Wolf, it's normal for him to have some fears, isn't it?"

"That's normal, that's normal," Xue Tong echoed her.

"All living beings in the world will fear two things."

Xue Lan was somewhat curious, and during the brief pause in Lang Mingyue's movements, she transmitted her thoughts:

Which two?

After pondering for a long time, her thoughts drifting from the present world to the Yuanming Realm, Xiaotong finally spoke:

"The unknown, and...the long-lost."

The girl gently stroked the little head of the child in her arms, suddenly becoming as profound as a saint preaching a sermon:

"An unpredictable, terrifying future..."

"The past that we are unwilling to change and can never let go of."

Xue Lan suddenly raised her hand and patted her head, rewarding her with a string of little hearts made of clouds.

"I'm very happy."

The Wolf King looked at the girl he had raised for so long with an unprecedentedly gentle gaze:

"At this moment, Xue Tong. Or rather... Lingling."

"I finally believe that you can get used to our inevitable separation."

Xue Tong froze for a moment, then suddenly covered her eyes and turned away:

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

"Have you finished your business before you bring this up?"

Xue Lan smiled and stopped looking at her.

Little Soul Guide plucked a heart from the string of clouds, held it above his head, and caught a drop of Xue Tong's scalding hot tear.

The little girl looked up at Xue Tong's tear-reddened eyes, hugged the heart-shaped ornament, and gave a pure and gentle smile:

"Little Soul loves his older sister the most."

Xue Tong's tears flowed even more fiercely.

Xue Lan did not shy away from parting, nor from death. Xue Tong learned so much from her.

But even knowing that people will eventually part ways, even after experiencing many partings.

Every time, she would still shed tears.

Xue Tong thought to herself, tears welling up, filled with reluctance. Perhaps this was the difference between the human and demon races and the demon race in the Yuanming Realm.

Every time we meet, we shed tears of joy; every time we part, our hearts break with sorrow.

That's just how it is for sentient beings.

Xue Tong suddenly wanted to eat clouds.

The girl picked a small heart-shaped piece from the skewer, and when she put it in her mouth, instead of feeling cool and moist, she tasted a slightly sweet flavor.

The girl spoke in a daze:

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Then she started pointing at Xue Lan and crying loudly:

"Why are you trying to coax me like this? It makes me even more reluctant to let go."

Xiaotong was so heartbroken, crying as if she were seven years old when her mother took her away from her maternal grandfather's house, and twelve years old when she went to live alone in a boarding school.

Xue Lan and Yin Hun couldn't coax her, and watched as she ate the cloud-shaped skewers while crying.

Seeing Xue Tong's actions, Yin Hun also took a bite of the little heart in his hand.

The little sword spirit had a bitter face:

"Why is it salty?"

Xue Tong, who had just stopped crying, felt uneasy again:

Those were my tears!

Everyone around laughed, including Xue Lan.

Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan through her blurry, tear-filled eyes and managed a stiff smile.

"Have you cried enough?"

Xue Lan wiped away the last tear, and said something only the two of them could understand:

"Then come with everyone and accompany me on this final journey."

Xue Tong and the Soul Guide nodded simultaneously:

"Ok!"

An aged and weary soul encounters a young and unrestrained life, and then they laugh and make a ruckus, eat and drink well, live a carefree life in the mortal world, and defeat evil spirits.

The final outcome was the best result expected!