Among Countless People, It Will Be Hard to Meet You Again

True Spirit Ancient City remained as peaceful as ever.

Within a mountain range, the sound of a zither drifted melodiously.

Chen Xun and Big Black Ox reclined against a massive boulder, listening to Chu Zhen play. Seven-colored clouds slowly floated across the sky, while the sunlight of three Bright Suns was so dazzling that they narrowed their eyes.

"Chen Xun," Chu Zhen called softly. Her fingertips did not pause, and the zither's melody perfectly suited the landscape.

"I'm here."

Chen Xun turned to Chu Zhen, his face brimming with smiles. He spoke unhurriedly, "Today is quite a rare fine day. The heavens stir, and all phenomena awaken."

"You aren't a Harmony Dao cultivator, are you?" Chu Zhen's gaze darkened slightly as she suddenly said, "I can sense my ancestor's reverence for you. I never expected you to possess such fortune."

Twang—

The zither music seemed to falter slightly, and fallen leaves drifted down in the direction of the melody.

"Hehe, between friends, why fuss over cultivation realms?"

"But in the Cultivation World, different realms ultimately mean people from two different worlds. You do not understand me, nor do I understand you."

Chu Zhen lowered her head and played the zither, a smile blooming at her lips. "Now that things have come this far, can you tell me about that person? Chu Zhen is quite curious."

Chen Xun fell silent for a long while. His gaze deepened somewhat, and his voice became exceptionally calm. "She passed away."

Twang!

The zither music slowed. Chu Zhen slowly raised her head, disbelief in her eyes. Could even a mighty cultivator who inspired such reverence in her ancestor be unable to Reverse Fate Against Heaven...

"It seems an accident occurred on his immortal path." Chu Zhen's voice was exceptionally gentle. "I can sense the regret