"Finally, I see you, Su Ming'an."
As soon as Su Ming'an approached, he heard a familiar voice.
He looked closely and saw a pink fox slowly appearing on Su Rin's shoulder.
This familiar voice, Little Ai, quickly awakened his painful memories that he did not want to recall. The Eighth World had left him with PTSD, and every time he heard a familiar voice, his heart ached.
"Jiu Shen Aria?" He fished out the name from his memory.
"Mm-hmm, it's me." The pink fox's bushy tail swayed in the light. With the apocalyptic explosion scene in the background, it looked comfortable and elegant.
"How did you fall from being a deity to a fox?" Su Ming'an's next words shattered her pride.
He remembered that this Jiu Shen's pretentiousness was sky-high, with tentacles that were unmatched in the world. How had it now become a comedic character?
Little Ai immediately bristled: "I did not fall! I came out on my own! I have given the Reincarnation Authority to Xiber!"
