An Old Acquaintance's Sudden Transformation

Wang Xian let out a wistful sigh and reached over to turn up the oil lamp on the table. Its gentle glow fell across Li Dalu's bewildered face.

The fellow sat cross-legged, a book in one hand, staring at him.

Even after witnessing the rise and fall of the imperial capital, seeing his junior brother sitting alone in the guest hall had still hit him like a small boat caught in a raging storm.

He simply hadn't let it show.

Wang Xian's feelings were complicated too. He sighed softly.

The tree longed for stillness, but the wind would not cease.

That was how he felt now. He wanted to return to the Academy at once, but his master and Old Yuan had already ascended from Broken Dragon Mountain and departed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. "The bitter wind blew snow, and yet it blew Senior Brother all the way to the Southern Border. What a rare occurrence."

"Junior Brother, where are you now?"

Li Dalu smiled faintly and set down the book in his hand. "Could it be that you missed home, so you summoned me to your side?"

Wang Xian nodded.

Then, thinking it over, he shook his head. He knew how far away the imperial capital of Jinling was.

It was like when he and his master, Yang Wanjin, drifted along that divine river. The passage of time there was unlike the mortal world, and seemed to have no end.

Above them, countless lights gleamed; time had neither beginning nor end.

And the people left behind at the Academy had probably grown even taller and more imposing than he was by now. At least, that was true of Long Jingyu.

After a long silence, he murmured, "What about Mister?"

At the question, Li Dalu closed