Thousand Star Islands

Gao Xian had come to Dragon Scale Island this time for two reasons: first, the Universe Wheel; second, to find Yun Qingxuan and the others.

Yun Qingxuan, Zhou Yuling, Yun Changfeng, Lu Jingxu—these kindred spirits and old friends—should all be somewhere in the East Sea.

By his reckoning, seven hundred years had passed since they had parted.

Seven hundred years was not enough to turn the blue sea into mulberry fields, yet it was an extraordinarily long span for humankind. Even a Golden Core True Person might not endure seven hundred years.

During his years of secluded cultivation on Flying Star Island and in the Five Qi Grotto-Heaven, Gao Xian could never help thinking of the people and events of the Azure Cloud Sect.

He had spent a period of leisure and comfort at the Azure Cloud Sect. After leaving it, his cultivation had risen ever higher, and there were more and more beautiful women by his side. Yet he found it difficult to recapture the easy joy he had felt at the Azure Cloud Sect.

Gao Xian had heard that when people grew old and lost their expectations for the future, they began to enjoy reminiscing about the past. They even put an extraordinarily beautiful filter over it, because it was beauty once gained and forever lost.

By the proportion of his age, he was still a youth, yet he had weathered eight hundred years of wind and rain. It was only natural for him to miss the people and events of the past. More importantly, he held deep and sincere feelings for those people.

Even gods and Buddhas felt joy, anger, sorrow, and delight. How could humans be without feelings?

When Gao Xian heard Shui Yunzhu recite that familiar verse, countless emotions surged within him. Yet the innumerable