Chapter 219

Feng Zhiwei jerked, pulling back on the reins as she listened closely to the almost familiar tune. Her eyes deepened with realization and her head turned upwards.

A white robed man sat on a pine tree perched on the waist of the small mountain, calmly playing his bamboo flute.

She had heard this tune outside that unnamed ancient temple in Mount Ji Yang back in Long Xi when death had waited for her outside a shoddy wooden door.

A Dream of Mountain and River, and when the dream passed, so too did the rivers and mountains.

Now, on this squat, nameless mountain outside Dijing, he called down to her as she rushed home, his robes white like snow.

Zong Chen.

The lonely, bleak tune cut to her heart and pressed down on her chest. She felt as if she were drowning, and though she was in such a hurry that she wished she could grow wings to fly off to Dijing, her legs were as heavy as lead. She could not move.