Chapter 65 Su Ziyu

Those were scenes he had treasured in his heart for many years, he had once thought that time would gradually erase these memories, but it was not until today that he realized this was merely his own wishful thinking. Time only preserves these memories, polishing them into something even more beautiful and storing them deep within the heart, so that when the right moment arrives, they suddenly spring forth, unsettling the mind, stirring emotions, bringing both joy and sorrow.

Sheng Hong, holding his cup of wine, drank merrily amidst the flattery of those around him, a rosy flush spreading across his originally fair face.

Without intending to, he caught sight of the desolate Taoist amongst the crowd, sitting in the midst of everyone yet seeming to be distant from the worldly affairs. Sheng Hong sighed to himself, recognizing the demeanor of a true sage.