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The distant future.

This was a world dominated by shades of gray.

Lady Onion, with her short hair, walked confidently in high heels, hands stylishly tucked into her pockets, striding forward.

At this time, she appeared smart and capable, with a powerful aura, completely devoid of her previous cute and silly demeanor.

Not far behind Lady Onion, an enormous spirit butterfly gently fluttered its wings, maintaining low-altitude flight.

Sitting sideways on the giant spirit butterfly, Soft Feather, with her long hair covering half of her cheek, looked somewhat exhausted.

Her appearance had not changed much, still similar to how she looked thousands of years ago, but her temperament had changed tremendously.

— At this point in the future, Song Shuhang was not the only one who had changed.

Ahead, Lady Onion advised as she walked, “It’s not just me saying this, Soft Feather, you really shouldn’t use the power of ‘time’ anymore. You have been using the power of time so frequently lately, the cost is too great.”

“Mm,” Soft Feather replied weakly with her eyes closed, “I’m sorry, Lady Onion, but this is the last time.”

“…” Lady Onion’s brows slightly furrowed in dissatisfaction, “Every time I tell you this, you always respond the same way.”

She turned her head, determined to scold Soft Feather seriously this time, she couldn’t let her go on like this!

But as she turned back, seeing Soft Feather so fragile that she was almost about to fall off the giant spirit butterfly, Lady Onion’s heart softened.

“Forget it, no matter how many times I say it, you never listen. I’m not trying to stop you from using the power of time, but… at least you should pay attention to the rhythm and not harm your own body,” Lady Onion sighed.

She felt like she was almost becoming Soft Feather’s mother, worrying to pieces over her.

“It truly is the last time, I promise.” Soft Feather slightly opened her beautiful eyes, revealing a small smile, “This time, I saw Senior Song is close to achieving a pseudo-immortal body, it’s so fast, it was only a matter of months.”

Lady Onion’s steps involuntarily slowed, “Tch, after I disappeared, did Boss Song still maintain the pace of First Stage advancement every month?”

Such a distant memory.

The Song Shuhang of this era, although he is also Tyrannical Song, is more mature and reliable. Compared to the Song Shuhang in memory, he is much gentler, a true good boss candidate.

But this mature Tyrannical Song is too reliable, so reliable that it makes people reluctant to lose their temper at him.

Tyrannical Song is great, but Lady Onion still misses the time in 2019, that unreliable Boss Song. Or rather, she misses that era—because back then, she didn’t have to worry about anything and could live life like a salted fish.

In that era, Song Shuhang was there, Senior White was there, Senior White Two was there, and all the Seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were there.

In the main world, there were also Chu Beauty, the Inner World Assistant, and other Song Shuhang’s pendants to keep her company, and life was never boring.

If she could go back to the ‘past’ like Soft Feather, perhaps she too would find it hard to resist secretly returning to that time again and again, to see that era, right?

“At the end, I wanted to take one more look at the Seniors from that time, so I stayed in that era a little longer, that’s why I seem so exhausted,” said Soft Feather, lifting the hair from her face, revealing her stunning beauty, and softly assured Lady Onion, “But I swear to you, this time is absolutely, definitely the last time!”

“Swearing to me, and then if the oath has a problem, my green onion shoot falls off, right?” Lady Onion’s fingers smartly hooked through her short hair, “Haven’t you seen, to stop you from making pointless oaths, I even straightened out my green onion shoot?”

“I’m sorry,” Soft Feather promptly apologized.

But looking at her, it was uncertain whether she could change.

“Forget it, let’s go. Let’s see Boss Song, he has been in closed-door cultivation for almost a thousand years now, right? It’s about time he came out… and he owes me so much in salary, it’s time to settle it,” Lady Onion stepped forward with long strides.

In her mind, she thought about doing as before, knocking on the door of Tyrannical Song’s seclusion place every once in a while to see his reaction. If there was no response, she and Soft Feather would leave.

This process had already lasted for several centuries.

This time, inwardly, Lady Onion actually had no expectations for ‘Tyrannical Song’ coming out of seclusion.

Over these thousands of years, Tyrannical Song often closed up for cultivation.

I felt that I wouldn’t come out unless a thousand years had passed.

Boom—

Just as Lady Onion was about to knock on the door, the heavy gate of the Seclusion Place opened on its own.

Afterwards, that mature, dependable Tyrannical Song, with a gentle smile on his face, yet appearing slightly aged, stepped out from the Seclusion Place.

“Sorry to have worried you,” Tyrannical Song said in a gentle voice.

Handsome Lady Onion stood frozen in place, not knowing how to react to the sudden emergence of Tyrannical Song.

“Mister Song, you’ve finally come out?” Behind her, Future Child gently leapt down from the spirit butterfly.

“Yes, this seclusion was a bit longer than usual,” said Tyrannical Song with a gentle smile, as he looked up slightly. “I apologize, please forgive me for giving you all the pressure and burdens… By comparison, I have been somewhat useless.”

Lady Onion with short hair asked in confusion, “Who are you talking to?”

[You were the ultimate form in my dreams.] At that moment, a voice responded from the vacuum. It was Song Shuhang’s voice but younger and more dignified.

Gentle and dependable.

Capable of accumulating spirit stones.

Knows the ancient language.

And can undertake long closed-door cultivation!

The image of the ‘dependable senior’ from Song Shuhang’s fantasies was almost perfectly embodied in this Tyrannical Song.

If this is still considered useless, what then was the purpose of all my pursuits?

[From now on, leave it all to me.] The voice of Song Shuhang continued from the vacuum.

“I leave it to you, Shuhang,” Tyrannical Song said softly, closing his eyes.

As his words ended,

the demeanor of Gentle Tyrannical Song underwent a massive change.

He seemed to grow taller, and his whole presence appeared to straighten up—it was a transformation on a spiritual level. Previously, Tyrannical Song was nearly crushed by the burdens of reality, but now all those burdens were erased!

Furthermore, there was a faint spiritual pressure emanating from him.

His appearance hadn’t changed much, but he looked younger.

His mouth still wore that dependable smile.

The arc of the smile had not changed—yet strangely, that smile now gave off a ‘reckless’ vibe.

Without a doubt, this was a telltale sign of a severe case of Thrice Reckless Disease!

Tyrannical Song from the Seclusion Place opened his eyes.

At the moment his eyes opened, his facial expressions seemed to come ‘alive’.

His entire face became ‘readable’.

Lady Onion’s mouth hung open, staring dumbfounded at the transformed Song Shuhang, her face full of shock.

“It’s been a long time, Lady Onion.” Song Shuhang waved to Lady Onion and Soft Feather, then added, “I’m here, Future Child!”

The long hair of Future Child, having been blown about, fell down again: “Mister Song!”

A thousand years of waiting, at this moment, finally found its response.