Tong City Astronomical Bureau.
A gust of wind swept past, and a black shadow darted onto the rooftop.
It was Zhang Kui, who flicked his robe and sat boldly on the stone beast's head, took a swig from his wine flask, and gazed toward the southwest.
There, the cold moon hung solitary, casting a chill everywhere; the mountains loomed black, the great river was serene, and the pavilions and towers stood in close rows, with twinkling lights from countless homes.
Gu Ziqing and his disciples were arranged to stay over there...
A night of passion is still passion; a maiden's heart is not to be tricked, not to mention the two lifetimes of fate at Sishui Crossing over there.
Zhang Kui always knew he wasn't popular with women, so he lived freely without care. Still, having too many women around made his scalp tingle.
"What an ill-fated relationship, what an ill-fated relationship..."
