Li Xuanxiao returned from the foot of the mountain to Silver Sword Peak in the latter half of the night.
That night, he and Liu Ruyan talked for a long time about the past.
When he had first transmigrated, Li Xuanxiao had wanted to become king and conquer the world, then marry his childhood sweetheart, Liu Ruyan.
They would retire from the martial world together.
Back when he ate the flatbread Liu Ruyan, his boss, had given him.
Li Xuanxiao had thought that one day, he would repay her a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!
Mm! He would repay her with a thousand, ten thousand flatbreads.
Time flew by; the years sped past like a shuttle.
How could Li Xuanxiao have known that his happy life would drift farther and farther away, while he instead lived every day trembling with fear?
Sometimes, he wondered what it would be like if he met her again.
Would the two of them talk about the foolish things they had done in their youth? Then laugh and let it all go...
Li Xuanxiao walked upward step by step beneath the moonlight.
Moonlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, casting scattered shadows, while his fingertips rested against his wine gourd.
More than half the wine in the gourd was already gone, and for once, he did not dispel the intoxication.
They had met again amid a sea of people, across a thousand mountains and ten thousand waters.
No matter how far apart they had been, no matter how much time had passed, no matter how their appearances had changed, the unspoken understanding between them had never diminished.
How wonderful. Liu Ruyan was still the Liu Ruyan she had once been.
Li Xuanxiao thought that he should find an opportunity in the future.
To secretly offer Liu Ruyan