In the end, Deng left no earth-shattering legacy, nor engraved any monument for people to remember. It was only at the place where she last stood, that a thread of impending dissipating golden light suddenly condensed slightly, as if guided by an invisible force, slowly converging into a palm-sized book.
The cover of the book was simple, in an off-white color, with no complex patterns or dazzling sheen, only featuring two words inscribed in dark golden script on the cover.
"Lamp's Biography."
This biography was very thin, so thin that it seemed it might fall apart with a pinch. When the wind turned its pages, it did not recount her millennia of research, mention her past with Yun Tiankui and the Saint, nor boast of the power and authority she once held.
From beginning to end, the whole book contained only a line of graceful script, as if it were a casual note she jotted down in life.
"Farewell, friends! Until we meet again!"
