By bryana, April 2, 2007
I no longer remembered when I first came to remember Xing Yan and Ju Ying. I only knew that, at first, I had not read for very long. Back then, I did not understand the concept of wish fulfillment; young and headstrong, I thought it all quite natural. Whenever genuine feeling surfaced, I would savor it too: when, amid mist-veiled mountains and shimmering waters, an immortal beauty first appeared, her smiles and frowns enchanting, I really did think that this might be a Singaporean eight-o'clock drama, and that I might as well switch over to A Lifetime's Promise. I could never rein in my impatience, either, so I flipped straight to the end. Only after seeing so many strange developments did I straighten up in my seat and begin honestly following this Immortal Road.
(I) Immortals
Qiong Rong represented a certain style. Rather than deciding that this utterly guileless girl was the story's greatest hidden setup, readers might do better to enjoy those uninhibited words of childhood. The divine maiden was unfathomable; where would the flying jade lead? On the endless Immortal Road, with whom could one speak? Amid the hazy dust, the heart alone knew. Perhaps this would make things easier for readers and author alike. If one disregarded the interaction inherent in online fiction, this selfish notion of mine was quite right: taking things lightly was what I had set out to seek when reading this book. Later, when I could actually converse with Mr. Guan, I belatedly realized that this lightness, too, demanded considerable effort in its pursuit: like a lone cloud emerging from a mountain hollow, like a bright mirror suspended in the sky, that free, untrammeled flight depended on detachment in the writing.
(II) The Road
Ju Ying gave one