Shen Yue was slightly astonished.
They came here, and not only the space changed, but the time also changed.
In front of Chuigong Hall was the Black Night where no light could be seen, yet here it was a twilight where light was about to disperse.
The person in the pavilion already had gray hair at the temples, and the lines at the corners of the eyes were even more marked with vicissitudes, seeming indeed somewhat old.
Yet anyone who sees that person would feel that he is very young.
The decision on whether a person is young lies in their mindset.
That person had a pair of passionate eyes, eyes with shining brilliance.
Anyone who sees those eyes would forget the age of that person—because those are eyes full of hope and radiance.
The person with such eyes bears no attachment to worldly matters, yet holds love for them.
True love is not possession; true hope is not tainted by desire.
But is this person Ye Xingchen?
Ye Fusheng's father?
