Time flew by, and a century passed in the blink of an eye. The mighty Yangtze River flowed eastward, its waves washing away heroes as eras changed. The Empress of Southern Chu had long become a vivid stroke in the annals of history.
A hundred years later, in the Valley of Medicinal Herbs of the Yue Kingdom.
The Valley of Medicinal Herbs was somewhat renowned in the Yue Kingdom, once home to a famed physician who secluded himself there. Now, the master of the valley was a young girl.
Under the warm spring sun, the valley brimmed with life. The white-haired old herbalist squinted, reclining on a rattan chair, basking contentedly in the sunlight.
Until a voice called out from nearby, "Old man, the medicine's ready!"
The old herbalist snapped his eyes open and grumbled, "What 'old man'? How many times must I tell you—call me Master!"
Moxun handed him the brewed medicine. "Drink up, Master!"
