[Inside the black sphere, a place enclosed by Mingzhi within the Imperial Garden, because there was a horny couple that thought themselves as deities and wouldn't stop rolling over each other for days-]
Fiora looked at the scroll on the desk before her with a strange look before she erased it firmly.
She tried to write a new sentence again, but still failed miserably.
"Hehe~" Mingzhi giggled, "Stop trying to poach your elder sister's job, Fiora. With your literary skills, you cannot become the Historian of the Davis Family."
"Shh~" Fiora hushed her as she brought the quill to her mouth, accidentally painting the tip of her nose black instead.
"Can't you see I'm trying to capture the divine moment my beloved elder sister transforms into an amazing and godly cultivator?"
Mingzhi giggled, "More like disparaging my elder sister because I can't write properly~"
"You-!"
