Have you ever tried pushing open a great gate?
The kind of heavy gate studded with iron and clad in copper.
The act of pushing it open felt like pushing through the weight of time itself.
You measured history with your strength.
And the daylight outside flooded in as you burst into the dust-sealed unknown—
Today, Longevity Lord's hands had pushed open more than one door. They had also ended more than one life.
He truly was an exceedingly cold-blooded man.
Even at the final moment of Fu Zhaofan's life, he had not told Fu Zhaofan the specifics of his methods.
But perhaps that was why he could "live forever."
Or perhaps that was why Fu Zhaofan had been able to die in peace.
When the doors of the side hall opened, Meiyue of Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion was curled up in a corner, hugging her knees. Her limbs formed a frail, fearful posture, yet nothing about her seemed frail.
Perhaps her gaze was simply too focused!
Her chin rested on her knees, her eyes fixed on the floor, where an open book lay spread out.
She was reading.
The figure representing Longevity Lord remained standing in the middle of the doorway. He seemed to favor such a perfectly measured position, carrying an air of "the self as boundary."
"First among the Heart Fragrances of Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion—I'm seeing you for the first time," said Longevity Lord's hazy figure.
"This is also my first time seeing you." Meiyue said this without looking up.
Meeting Longevity Lord for the first time was less important than reading.
"What are you doing?" Longevity Lord asked.
"Long Boji is dead. That junior brother who went out to deliver the corpse won't be coming back alive either. Throughout the Southern Dipper Secret Realm, people are dying