The shattered starry sky fortress was slowly swallowed by darkness, leaving no trace behind.
Perhaps no one would ever know it had existed. As the years flowed by, it would gradually vanish into the boundless deep sea and be forgotten.
A faint tremor passed through Luo Chuan's silent, icy heart.
Like a solid, frigid sheet of ice, a crack quietly split across its surface.
Time lost all meaning here. A life's perception of time was founded on changes in its surroundings, and in eternal darkness, even time itself seemed to have frozen.
Luo Chuan himself seemed to have become darkness, merging into it until even his thoughts had completely frozen over.
Who knew how long had passed before something seemed to appear in the darkness.
His dormant consciousness awakened once more. Luo Chuan looked over curiously as dim light spread from the darkness, as though it had been cleaved open by a blade, revealing the dawn beyond.
A sliver of light rapidly expanded, filling his vision in an instant.
"He was a common man in plain clothes, his sword accompanied only by a flute; Yet he would not refuse an invitation to drink beneath the bright moon. He would not fail a friend's devotion, though the old Yi River was hard to repay; Willingly he drank wind and dew, a woodcutter in distant mountains.
She wore plain brocade and white robes, her features softly fair; Yet she would not contend with the disturbance of worldly power and rank. She would not fail a heart's devotion, planting trees by riverside bridges; Willing to wash away all adornment, to grow old hand in hand..."
Yao Ziyan softly hummed the tune Luo Chuan had taught her. Her clear, beautiful voice reflected the tranquil moonlight and rode the starlight across the deserted wilderness,