"My two old friends, the next time we meet, I will tell you of the changes that have swept this Great Zhou Dynasty..."
Brushing the fallen snow from the headstone, the young man whispered.
The first year of the Great Zhou Xuanlong Dynasty.
Winter.
Su Chen descended the mountain.
A swift horse galloped straight down from Cyan Mountain. Clad in a black robe, he headed directly for the Jinjiang River, fifty li north of the Great Zhou Imperial City.
Before returning to the Imperial Palace, he had one more thing to do.
The dilapidated house in the bamboo forest, Zhu Feng's decisiveness... it had shaken him.
He just didn't know.
Two years had passed, dynasties had changed, and the world had weathered countless vicissitudes. Was this child still in the Human World?
'Still, I feel like I've forgotten something.'
Su Chen was puzzled, but he didn't dwell on it.
Because he had arrived at Jinjiang City.
