Beside her, there was another young man, his presence as graceful as jade, a gentleman with a folding fan in hand, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
The two walked together, like a golden boy and jade girl, a perfect match, rendering everyone else in the hall somewhat dim by comparison.
Seeing this woman, Li An felt a slight stir in his heart.
Tan Qingxue...
Since their parting upon entering Dao Sect, thirty-two years had passed.
In those thirty-two years, she never sought out Li An, nor came to see him even once.
And now she was here.
With someone else by her side.
She was more beautiful, her cultivation more advanced; her companion perfectly suited, while Li An was pale, his hair and beard silver, his posture slightly hunched like a consumptive ghost, seeming as if he might die at any moment... utterly wretched.
"Fellow Daoist Li,"
