Chapter 59

The river closest to White Eagle Stronghold is a tributary of the Jiayin River, and a great river naturally flows out to the sea. A slanting sunset casts its rays upon the water, half the river shimmering, half the river crimson. At dusk, Muyin was walking alone by the riverside, maintaining an indifferent attitude toward the events that had transpired in the stronghold. Even caught in the middle of it all, she only wished to remain a bystander. Amidst the falling blossoms of the season, scattered petals drifted gently down the current. The river water was clear, and the river breeze carried a faint chill. As Muyin watched the petals float toward an unknown destination, a sudden sense of sentimentality washed over her: It is truly fine scenery in Jiangnan, and once again we meet in the season of falling blossoms.