Dawn winds and a waning moon spoke of fleeting years; a river full of thoughts painted the mortal world.
Su Mo returned once more to court, while Prince Ying spent every day with Prince Ying's Princess Consort.
Luo Yin remained in the Side Hall of the Imperial Palace, silent all day long, often standing beside the Rockery in the hall and watching the grasses and trees tossed by the wind.
In her eyes, those grasses and trees resembled that white-robed man: the tree longed for stillness, yet the wind would not cease...
That day, someone came to the Imperial Palace-a youth dressed in splendid robes.
As soon as the youth entered the Imperial Palace, he made his way to Su Mo's Imperial Garden as though he were right at home.
Still at court, Su Mo seemed to sense the youth's arrival. A long-absent smile appeared in his eyes, a sincerity that required little thought.
Once court ended, Su Mo hurried back to the Imperial Garden and was greeted by that smiling face...
Dao Hua waved a wine flask in his hand and said to Su Mo with a grin, "When I heard you were back, I stole some of Master's treasured wine. Well? Am I a good friend or what?"
Su Mo laughed heartily and immediately ran over, snatching the flask from Dao Hua's hand, opening it, and taking a sniff. "Green Bamboo Wine. Aren't you afraid your master will fight you to the death?"
Dao Hua shook his head with a sly grin. "Your cultivation is higher than my master's now. Why would I fear him?"
Su Mo looked Dao Hua over and froze.
"You've entered Spirit Transformation?"
Dao Hua waved a hand smugly. "With my talent, reaching Spirit Transformation is as easy as reaching out and taking it,