The greatest joy in this mortal world was meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
What was more, this was the little phoenix he had been parted from for a thousand years.
Yet the young girl standing by the street merely stared at him in a daze, unable to utter a word.
She had a bellyful of things she wanted to pour out, but in the end, they all became nothing more than a silent exchange of gazes.
As he watched the hurried passersby along the street, Wang Xian felt as if he had returned to Broken Dragon Mountain a thousand years ago. Those stirring memories surged toward him like a tide.
I have a love story. Who should I tell it to?
Wang Xian had originally planned to listen to some stories in a teahouse and while away the time, but before he knew it, he had once again reached the foot of that white tower.
Even now, he still did not know what kind of feelings he had for Ziqin.
Did he like her?
Back when Long Qingmei had stirred his heartstrings, he had still been too young and did not understand the feelings between men and women at all.
Only today did he realize that being disliked by someone was such a heartbreaking thing.
But the heavens had not collapsed in the end. Life still had to go on as it always did.
The young man returned to the foot of the white tower and suddenly remembered something.
It was not that he had thought of it because he was momentarily upset. Rather, some kind of intuition had quietly surfaced—
The Heavenly Book had guided him to Sword City and made him stand beneath this white tower. There had to be a profound reason behind it.