Published: March 8, 2025
Water Moon Pavilion, Lake Shuiyue. The Water Moon Pavilion is brightly lit, surrounded by colorful neon lights. The mist rises from the water's surface, the clouds drift in the sky, and the bright moon is intermittently visible.
The lights illuminate the mist-covered lake, dimly revealing dancing reflections that flicker like countless stars. It seems like a girl's heart, trembling with intense yet timid emotions.
On the White Jade Bridge, Chu Yang, dressed in a black robe, gracefully walks down from the bridge's edge. He pauses for a moment, tilts his head slightly to confirm the direction where Nangong Shifeng is waiting for him, and then strides forward.
Amidst the swaying lights, half of his striking face is illuminated by the neon glow, while the other half is shrouded in shadow. From the side, one can only see his eyes, deep and profound like an autumn water cold pool.
But just as Chu Yang takes this step, a woman in black appears behind him.
With a single glance, he sees her face.
In that instant, it feels as if countless bolts of lightning struck deep into his heart! Suddenly, his mind is filled with thunderous chaos, his ears buzz as if overwhelmed, and before he knows it, he is rendered speechless and motionless, frozen in the moment.
At that moment, the world seems to stand still!
Chu Yang, I finally see you! In the black robe, a delicate figure shivers rapidly, tears flowing slowly from behind her black veil.
She makes an effort to step to the right but quickly reaches out to steady herself against a large tree, fearing she might collapse in that moment.
I have trained desperately, recklessly charging into the upper three heavens, honing myself with all my might, just to see you again. Just to be able to follow in your footsteps…
You have gone too far…
Wu Qianqian’s eyes are misty with tears, her slender hands unconsciously rubbing the hem of her black robe. There, a few words are embroidered: Chu Yang, Qianqian likes you.
Her teary eyes fixate on Chu Yang, on that same spot on his black robe.
Even in the darkness, with only faint light; even with her vision blurred by tears, she recognizes it at once: this black robe was sewn by her own hands!
At that very spot, there must be strands of her hair, there must be those words.
Chu Yang, Qianqian likes you.
Because Chu Yang's black robe, no matter where he is, will not reflect light. Ordinary black robes, at the seams, at the side, will reflect a faint light when turned or when nearby light shines upon them.
But every time Wu Qianqian made a black robe, she would carefully wear down those areas beforehand.
Although this wear is not visible, it helps to avoid such situations.
Since he walks in the martial arts world, amidst blood and danger, if he likes black robes, it shows he often acts at night. By doing this, it would ensure his safety…
In that instant, all the past, all the events, all memories flashed through her mind like lightning!
The first time at Sky Tower, your cleverness concealed in the shadows. At that time, I only regarded you as my junior brother.
Meeting Iron Cloud again, you had already become a powerful figure that even a crown prince admired! In just a few days, you took control of the butian pavilion and became Yama, the ruler of life and death!
From that moment on, I was by your side, handling all trivial matters for you. You were brutal, ruthless, decisive, with intelligence as deep as the sea, and a heart as free as a soaring dragon, making all difficulties seem trivial before you.
But you were also meticulous, sometimes gentle to the point of intoxication, sometimes silent to the point of heartache: you struggled between life and death, you ran amidst the weak; but when facing your own people, you never spoke a word of hardship.
Usually, when you were angry with your people, when you punished them, it was often when you were in a good mood.
Initially, I was indifferent to you, then became curious about how you, as a youth, took control of the butian pavilion—step by step, only to discover you have so many merits.