Zopyra — VI

That fallout had happened more than six hundred years ago. Now, Hu Lijing was almost a thousand years old.

A lot of things had transpired in the years that faded away. Countless seasons changed, generations changed and in Hu Lijing's very long lifespan, he witnessed birth of many, fall of a few and passing of one too many spirits.

Hu Lijing heaved a sigh, sitting behind his desk as he filed through the scrolls, eyebrows drawn on a furrow.

His pointed fox ears lay flat on his head in dejection as he read the content of the scroll, amber eyes flickering swiftly.

As he sat on the chair, nine fully formed tails swished around with a partially formed tenth tail symbolising his old age in spite of the youthful face.

With another heavy sigh, the divine fox spirit put the scroll down and closed his eyes, leaning against the back of the chair as he pressed his fingers on his eyelids.