The heavens vast, the earth vast, time once passed cannot be regained, the years often leave immortals hard to retain.
Yesterday's events, like clouds and smoke, vanish in illusion.
Today's happenings, like lights and shadows, converge.
In the Toad Treasure Mountain, Ye Beichen gazed across at Senior Evil, the enmity and emotions towering, though just within reach.
"In the miles of azure river, white hair appears, few sit by the lamplight at dusk..."
"On this road, it is indeed hard to see old friends. Ye Beichen, she has been dead for so many years, and you still can't let go..."
"Heh, hold on to this single thought, and you will be forever estranged from Pure Yang!"
Senior Evil coldly laughed.
"You were there under Dragon Tiger Mountain that year too." Ye Beichen's long hair rose, his calm eyes seemed to be brewing an infinite thunder.
With these words, Chang Weiyang beside him couldn't help showing a peculiar expression.
Zhang Fan's heart pounded wildly.
