Flying Horse Dynasty.
Atop a peak shrouded in dense clouds and mist, the mountain breeze carried a nipping chill, lifting the long hair at the temples of a peerless beauty. Behind her was a waterfall and a clear pond where fish swam among the pebbles, oblivious to the pain and helplessness of the mortal world.
"They are all gone,"
sighed Shui Lingping, long and deep.
She possessed a beauty that could topple kingdoms and a temperament as lonely as a wild goose in the clouds, pitiable yet untouchable in her mystery—different from the noble allure of Xi Xianglei, but just as able to deeply move the hearts of men.
Regrettably, those eyes that should have dazzled the world could no longer focus.
"Brother Shi, you were my only friend and even brought me news of my father. For such kindness, if you were still in this world, Shui Lingping might repay it slowly, but you have gone far away, and I can no longer feign deafness and muteness."