God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen was unaware that Lu Youcai had not bought the Half-Saint mansion. In fact, it was originally an estate of the Sword Sanctum.

　　Entering the bamboo forest, he walked along a quiet stone path following the direction of the flute.

　　Suddenly, it stopped.

　　PHHF!

　　There was now only the sound of water flowing from the creek and bamboo leaves rustling in the wind.

　　Moments later, the melodious voice of a woman came from the Bamboo Pavilion next to the brookside. ”Deep in the woods, I stay alone. I have only the moon for company. ”

　　The voice was familiar but difficult to place.

　　Zhang Ruochen gazed towards the Bamboo Pavilion. He saw a woman with white hair sitting with her back to him.

　　Her hair was white as snow.

　　She held a yellowed bamboo flute in her hand and said again, ”Zhang Ruochen, how do you know this poem? ”

　　Zhang Ruochen ’s eyes widened. His heart began to beat hard in his chest and there was a roaring of thunder in his ears.

　　This time, he had heard it clearly!

　　It was indeed her voice.

　　After eight hundred years.

　　Eight hundred years later, and they actually had the opportunity to meet once again. The playful young girl he once knew was now crowned in silvery hair.

　　CLIP-CLOP!