13 years ago, Divine Capital City.
The gray sky resembled a dirty curtain, with the afternoon sun struggling hard to pierce through a few holes in the thick clouds. Situ Yi sat on the second floor of a teahouse, ordered a pot of good tea, and listened to the opera playing on the old television.
"I remember the day we first met. The weather was gloomy that day too. I was shouting out of boredom on the streets of Divine Capital City, wanting to vent my frustration, not expecting anyone in the vast crowd to hear my voice," said the Hidden Law Master.
He stood by the railing of the teahouse, looking indifferent as he gazed at the bustling crowd below, like a child watching ants carrying food under a tree. Situ Yi listened with his eyes closed to the opera for a while, then slowly said, "Speaking of melancholic words, a true friend indeed harbors a heavy heart."
