The meaning was inexhaustible. He opened his mouth and sang, his voice carrying across the four fields...
"Both passing through, both having dreamed. We should have been kindred spirits. In youth, one knows not within the dream; upon waking, one must return..."
The zither chimed, flowing along with the river.
The song drifted onward, filling the river with turbulence and traces of parting sorrow.
"The mortal world is vast and dim, Heaven's will boundless and hazy. You and I are at opposite ends of the world. Heartbreaking words fall drop by drop; wind and rain sound without end. As If An Old Friend Has Arrived..."
The sky was shrouded in mist, and a fine rain came drifting down.
A lone light boat, a river of emerald water, a figure in white robes—accompanied by zither and song, they drifted downstream.
Suddenly, an unusual boat lay across the center of the river ahead.
It was a ruined Bronze Hall.
From within the hall, a figure slowly emerged.
At first, his face could not be seen clearly. But as the thin mist dispersed, his features gradually came into focus. He was a middle-aged man who appeared no more than forty-five.
Refined and elegant, even dressed in gray, he still carried the bearing of a graceful gentleman.
Lin Su's heart lurched.
It was him!
It truly was him!
Though he had been wholly unable to see the man's face that day, this bearing, this charm, this uncanny quality that could make one's bones tremble no matter where he appeared—all of it revealed the identity of the person before him.
He was the man who had made the entire Immortal Realm Great World silent as cicadas in winter.
He was the man closely connected to the Spacetime Divine Hall.
He was the man carrying endless