Time flies like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
Yi Lin, in this world known as Lin Yi, human race, thirteen and a half years old, affiliated with the Heavenly Sword Sect, proudly... an errand-running disciple.
Half a year, ah, half a year!
That dog Jian Nanchun, does he know how I've lived these past six months?! Ah?
One morning.
The rising sun.
Heaven descends with splendid light.
Yi Lin rose from the wooden plank bed of his personally assigned luxurious single apartment cabin, casually picked up the carved little wooden man beside him, and using the family heirloom carpenter's knife his father gave him with tears before leaving, carved a notch into the wooden figure.
In this time devoid of electronic calendars, AI housekeepers, clocks, or smartphones.
Yi Lin cultivated the habit of casually recording the days.
