Those meetings and partings of the past were called times with no hope of meeting again.
Lately, however, we have met unexpectedly once more in joyous reunion. Before the wine cups, in moments of leisure, I knit my brows and sigh long sighs, stirring up endless sorrows of the past.
With tearful eyes, you lean close to my ear, pouring out all manner of grievances.
Yet in your own heart, matters are hard to see clearly. You wait for true faith to arrive, as though you truly had no other entanglements. I cannot help but steady my heart, and plan to walk a long, distant path together with you.
If meeting again is irreversible, let this reunion be the prelude to the next farewell; if reunion is a remote and boundless hope, let this farewell be our final gathering. We gathered in that year, in that time, in that youth. Let the years bear witness, and let time be the judge. Forever freezing that legend in white.
"Muyin, since that parting by the sea, you joked that you would return before long. Looking at it now, the ways of the world are truly impermanent. Who knows when you and I will meet again?" Ming Feng sighed, taking the pill handed to him by Xuan Ya, and swallowed it down with seawater. Even with his dragon scales protecting his body, the wounds left by the ancient divine weapon remained startling to behold.
Chapter 140