Even though he had anticipated it, Gu Jianlin's heart still sank.
Senior Ji's true identity was no secret to him; various signs indicated she was that Order Ruler he had never met, and now she had reached the end of her life.
"Even the Eternal Bone couldn't help?"
He looked up, just in time to see the woman's face shrouded in twilight.
Ji Zhou certainly did not appear old, perhaps because she was too proud, and thus she refused to allow signs of aging to appear on her body. She must have used many methods to maintain the sharp beauty of her youth, yet the loneliness and vicissitudes in her eyes were impossible to conceal.
Of course, she didn't intend to hide them.
"Silly child, without your Eternal Bone, the President would have died long ago."
She smiled silently: "Thank you."
A breeze seemed to blow faintly, rustling the golden leaves, sounding like a sea tide but carrying a peaceful aura.
No one spoke, only time passed silently with the ringing of the bell.
