Last year, new peach blossoms replaced old branches; I slept as before atop the western hill.
The night before, spring tides and rain painted the stones; with toes upturned, I sipped clear wine.
The south wind played at dusk, clouds toyed with water; evening light climbed the tall tower.
The scholar lifted the curtain, jade chimed; silk strings spoke in soft seclusion.
In the Immortal Domain, upon the Second Heaven.
Inside a small pavilion building, young men and women sat in a ring around the pavilion within the silk curtains, listening to its musical accompaniment as they discussed the mysterious path of immortal cultivation.
A young woman dressed in white sat quietly to one side, holding a bouquet of paper flowers and gazing blankly at the firmament.
Her spotless white robe wrapped around her alluring figure, and her long hair fell down her back, swaying in the breeze like a waterfall. From far to near, as one approached her, a faint, refreshing floral fragrance seemed to grow stronger.
Listening to the conversations in the courtyard, she found them rather dull.
...Not worth a single smile from that man!
Those discussing poetry and old tales often glanced at the white-robed young woman, traces of admiration slipping unwittingly into their eyes...
At last, a young man of imposing bearing walked up to her and asked with a friendly smile, "Fairy Bai Zhi, why not join everyone for a chat?"
The white-robed young woman was none other than Bai Zhi of the Immortal Furnace, Su Mo's junior sister.
Times had changed. Hundreds of years had passed since Su Mo left the Immortal Furnace. After Immortal Emperor Rouyun's return, the Immortal Domain of the Second Heaven had taken on an entirely different face.
Back then, as soon as Immortal Emperor Rouyun emerged from the