The Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty was established seven hundred thirty-six years ago!
Every Immortal serving the court today could write a magnificent epic of their own.
Seven hundred thirty-six years might seem a mere moment in the vast river of time, but to the mortal world, where generations pass in a matter of decades, it is an eternity. After such a long time, what kind of reign could possibly stay forever new, forever vibrant?
Song Ciwan stood on the bamboo raft, hands clasped behind her back as she faced the wind. The Big White Goose leaned against her, one moment rubbing its head against her leg, the next extending a wing to dip into the river.
The Big White Goose couldn't understand the deep meanings hidden within Song Ciwan and Yin Xunyi's conversation, nor did it have any inclination to worry about the state of the world. It had its own joys, and they were precious in their own right.
