At that time, the sky shone brilliantly as that man came walking over at an unhurried pace.
His long, powerful fingers rested on the hilt of his sword. World-destroying power lay within him, like a divine dragon hidden in clouds and mist, like blue veins concealed beneath flesh as vast as Mountains and Rivers.
His long hair, bound by a jade-green crown, was jet-black and lustrous, every strand distinct.
Amidst this muddled, fleeting past, he was etched deep as if by a blade.
Like Water Droplets flung up by the raging tide of humanity, reflecting several rays of daylight—each one was a clear-cut life.
He had always drawn clear lines between everything!
Even at seventeen, he had already possessed a mind of his own.
Miao Yu... White Lotus... Yuzhen... Meiyue...
The woman lifted her head amid the flowing light and shadows, pausing at the moment when all the past was vanishing.
With a turn of her beautiful eyes, the Black Robe became a red dress, and she used the Mortal World as makeup for her rich features.
She embodied the utmost splendor of mortal beauty.
Like a red carp leaping over the sea of people, she had finally swum upstream to her homeland.
Her full red lips trembled lightly. She smiled, as though they had just met.
"You finally came looking for me."
Her voice was endlessly seductive, languidly out of place. Six short words, carrying no one knew how many years.
The passersby of Dream Capital wove thickly through its streets. Everyone had their own story, but today, they were all merely footnotes.
On this page of reunion, all things—including the words used to describe all things—became embellishments.
Only the two pairs of eyes meeting each other remained, deep and clear, abyssal and still.
"Yes." River-Subduing True Lord said