The cold wind gradually dissipated.
Peach blossoms withered and bloomed again and again.
The beauty of the mortal world, very fine indeed.
Lingjing City remained as bustling as ever. Even though the news from the Central Square had spread through every corner of this ancient city, it merely added a topic of conversation for the common folk.
Whether you are Li Ze, Li Xuan, or any other direct descendant of the Nine Sects, no matter how high your status was in life or how strong your influence, death extinguishes all like a lamp going out, causing no ripples.
Walking on the bustling streets, Chen Yang walked with his hands behind his back, gazing around and feeling melancholic.
Perhaps, when one day I die and my body is left to the wilderness, I too will become merely a topic of idle chatter?
But then again, perhaps that's not so bad.
To live in the present is to strive wholeheartedly to prove one's worth, to stir the clouds and create one's own world in this magnificent era.
