A White Foal Passes A Gap

Old Master Fu heard the voice. Before he turned around, he knew who was talking to him. The voice was old, but it was still as bright and optimistic as he remembered.

He turned around and saw his old friend walking toward him. Then, he looked at the walking cane in his old friend's hand and laughed too. "Hahaha, you're on par with me. In the blink of an eye, half a century has passed. You're old and I'm old. The children around you have already started families."

They were both old now. The young regimental commander Yun Kui in the past had gotten old too. Look at his hair. It had turned white just like Old Master Xia's hair.

"We've been apart for 52 years. Regimental Commander Yun Kui, I only find your gaze a little familiar now." The old man saw his old friend walking over and walked over anxiously.