The abbot of the imperial temple said, “It may be for the best that you’ve forgotten your past. A name marks the beginning of a new life. How about Yuanzhao?” The woman looked dazed for a moment, then smiled gently. “I know of a plant that grows in spring. Its roots are like silver threads, and its flowers bloom in lush clusters. Once they fade, you must prune the withered branches to prepare for the coming year. It’s called a hyacinth.” Hearing this, the abbot stroked his half-white beard, looking quite pleased.
Later, Ruan Fengxin came across a young man. From that moment on, she was drawn step by step into the hidden past of the Yunshang Kingdom.
Ruan Fengxin asked the abbot, “Are there really immortals in this world?” The abbot smiled without answering, saying only, “Miss Ruan, don’t you already know?”
