The Swordsmith did not respond, only quietly watching Liuliyin, waiting for the girl's next words.
"If I had been here, then none of that would have happened..."
"Time here is not eternal." The Swordsmith said, "I am merely the Anchor Point that sustains this space. One day, my Power will also dissipate, my life will come to an end. Maybe in ten years, a hundred years, maybe on some morning when you wake up..."
"I know what you're uneasy about." the Swordsmith said.
"Yin, do you still remember your real name?"
Liuliyin felt dazed for a moment. In the long years of this space, in these decades she had spent with the Swordsmith, her memories of the outside world had long grown blurry. Mission, responsibility, anxiety were the shackles tying her to the present world.
