Xiao Feng Washes the Years, Years Seat Old Friends.
The little tavern in the city still kept its doors open, yet no customers entered anymore.
The fragrance of wine within seemed to have faded a little more.
It really will be quiet from now on...
Su Mo stood at the Pavilion window, seemingly recalling the words of that last old drinker when he took his leave, his expression dazed.
He had said he liked peace and quiet, but now that it truly was quiet, why did it feel so strange?
The bleak autumn wind blew into the tavern, stirring Su Mo's head of white hair.
The Reincarnation Mirror hanging from his hair binding swayed back and forth...
Su Mo silently lowered his head and slowly sat down at the table by the window. Alone, he set out a board and began playing, one slow move at a time...
He was still playing against himself, yet his play seemed to have changed.
For some reason, the once high-spirited art of playing alone had grown twilight-worn, like an old man who had weathered the vicissitudes of life.
The street outside seemed as lively as ever, seemingly sparing little remembrance for those old tea drinkers who had passed away.
Children romped in the streets, while adults busied themselves earning their livelihoods.
It seemed everyone in the world was busy.
Only the white-clad figure in the tavern amid that bustling city seemed utterly at leisure.
Drinking tea, playing, watching the scenery...
The slender willows by the river swayed ceaselessly in the wind,
And amid that swaying, another two years passed.
Little Xuanji still had not returned, and there was no knowing whether he had found what he sought.
The knot in Su Mo's heart still seemed impossible to untie.
One day, someone came alone