"Feng Cailing, Feng Caixuan. Elder Feng Yunyan. Heavenly Sword Sect Master Chen Tianjian."
Zhou Yan murmured to himself.
The appearances, auras, and personalities of these people are a reemergence of past acquaintances.
Reappearing before him, Zhou Yan.
Yet these people are no longer the past acquaintances.
Things remain, but people have changed.
They are still themselves. Perhaps they might even find Zhou Yan easy to approach, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, yet they wouldn't know if there's any connection between them.
Zhou Yan knows they won't know, and he knows they will feel a strange familiarity and closeness.
But this truth exists only in Zhou Yan's heart, unexplainable, unspeakable.
"Supporting each other in adversity, forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes... Sometimes, even though you know something, you have to pretend not to know, but others really don't know, while I, in fact, know everything."
