The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
The cold sea breeze carried a salty tang as it swept past.
It lifted the strands of hair on Fang Qingyu's forehead, and also stirred the hem of Xu Fu's Dark Gold Bone Robe.
Xu Fu?!
A strong sense of déjà vu seized Fang Qingyu instantly.
This name was too familiar.
It's the name shrouded in mystery from history textbooks.
The alchemist from countless ancient legends who sought the Elixir of Immortality for the eternal emperor.
Memories of the dead ceaselessly attacked his mind.
Fang Qingyu paused.
In those eyes containing the swirling galaxy, a trace of astonishment clearly passed.
Unconsciously blurting out:
"Ying Zheng is?"
Upon hearing this name.
Xu Fu stiffened.
The gray eyes that should have been without ripple suddenly widened at that moment.
Bitterness stretching across two thousand years and more...
Countless complex emotions surged like a tide.
