Ten Thousand Folded Green Mountains Bow Before the Dragon Terrace; Righteousness Pierces the Heavens as a Sword Arrives

Waves battered the rocks beneath the sea cliffs. Sea winds swept the drizzling curtain of rain onto the pavilion roof, and hollow, ethereal flute notes drifted from within:

"Woo~~ woo..."

Qiu Tianhe stood facing the wind with a two-foot bamboo flute in his hands. His complexion was far better than it had been in the Black Bureau's dungeon, and his graying hair had turned ink-black again. He looked like a seasoned wanderer of the martial world in his early forties.

A black stone tablet stood inside the pavilion. The Little Girl, who did not even reach Qiu Tianhe's waist, wore her hair in little horn-shaped pigtails. Tilting her face upward, she read the inscription one word at a time:

"Heaven is high and earth is vast... who can share this sight? All eternity's universe lies within one gaze... the sun rises... the sun rises..."

"Over Fusang."

"The sun rises over Fusang, red as fire... east beyond the sea gate, water meets the sky... Master, who wrote this?"

Qiu Tianhe lowered his bamboo flute and glanced back at the timeworn stone tablet. Despite his imposing build, broad brow, and wide eyes, his expression was kindly.

"A heroic wanderer wrote it three hundred years ago. He was very formidable."

"More formidable than you and Daddy?"

"Of course. Without an unrivaled spirit, how could anyone write, 'Heaven is high and earth is vast-who can share this sight?'"

"Then how did he compare to Grandpa Fengguancheng?"

"Hmm... that's hard to say. I don't think he could have survived three slaps from Old Immortal Feng..."

"Oh, then he really was better than you. You couldn't even take one slap. You flew more than half a li..."

"..."

Qiu Tianhe's expression stiffened, but faced with these uninhibited childish words, he could find no rebuttal.

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