Southern Continent, Mount Hua, West Peak.
The peach grove behind Holy Mother Temple was in full bloom. A breeze blew through, carrying its fragrance for ten li, and petals filled the sky, rising and falling with the wind, mingling with the pleasing sound of a flute and song as they drifted into the distance.
A scholar sat on the fence outside a thatched hut, playing a jade flute.
A happy smile showed on his face as he quietly looked toward a peach tree nearby.
There, a gentle woman in a blue dress was crouched before a baby basin, teasing the little child inside whose hair had begun to grow, singing him a lovely nursery rhyme. From time to time, she lifted her head and smiled at the scholar beside her.
This should have been a quiet, warm scene of a family of three, happy and harmonious.
But suddenly, the arrival of an uninvited guest shattered that peace.
A streak of golden light crossed the sky and landed behind Yang Chan, turning into a black-robed figure who stared at the scene before him in shock.
Though Hong Jin had told him once, on the way here he had still clung to a sliver of hope and refused to quite believe it was true.
But now the facts were right before his eyes. He had no choice but to believe it.
The cabbage he had raised for so long had just been rooted up by that little white pig in front of him...
Emperor Lu seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking.
"Who?"
Though Yang Chan had her back to Lu Chuan, she was still an immortal, and discovered the newcomer in an instant. She reacted even faster than the scholar, swiftly rising and assuming a defensive posture.
Then