Without reason, without cause, I don't know where it came from or where it started.
She recalled many past events, many old acquaintances, like a fleeting glance at a parade of flowers: Lu Ying holding a firefly in hand, the deep night conversation with the elder master before the Imperial Sword, Wu Buxu dropping a sword like a mad demon, withered like dry grass, and Chen Yi's extremely indifferent face when he broke his sword... When a person remembers too much, it often dazzles, unable to distinguish what is truly important.
Zhou Yitang stood alone, in a trance seeking to find herself again, raised her hand and invited:
"Come."
In the white expanse beneath her feet, a Cangwu Peak from memory rose up, with sword trees like mountains of blades, layers of fir, and vines growing rampant.
In the small building, Chen Yi looked at the suddenly appearing Zhou Yitang, his heart unsettled and disturbed, he said: "Is this... the Vacuum Home, the true Vacuum Home?"
