The four of Xue Yu were still waiting in line at Longmen Temple for their vegetarian meal.
Wang Xian, restored to his youthful appearance, had already ridden off at full gallop, covering who knew how much ground. He must have traveled dozens of miles.
In the distance, he saw a great river winding toward him. On a whim, Wang Xian rode off the main road and down to its bank.
He loosened the reins and let his horse run wild and graze while he washed up by the river.
With the world before him, Xue Yu and the others left behind, and Wang Yuwen's burden lifted from his shoulders, Wang Xian was in high spirits.
Looking at the great river before him, he might have thought he was back in his hometown of Huiwen City, if not for Longmen Temple behind him.
His heart buoyed, he couldn't help picking up stones from the ground and skipping them one after another toward the middle of the river.
In the blink of an eye, it was as if he had returned to his childhood in Huiwen City.
Back then, Tang Tian had come to challenge him to a swordsmanship match. The two of them had swung their swords wildly by the river and along the ridges between the fields, hacking at the sky.
And Li Yu had followed behind, shouting nonsense. Those days were truly worth remembering.
Yet in just a few short years, Tang Tian and Li Yu had become as distant as heaven and earth. Who knew what year they might meet again?
And who could have guessed that it was all thanks to Duanmu Xi, his childhood playmate too?
Who could have guessed that the girl who had watched helplessly as Sima Jue tried to kill him, the girl