For ten years, I waited for Xiao Ge to walk out of the Bronze Gate.
But I never got to see Lan Tian and Xu Zhizhe meet again.
The Peacock Palace came to an abrupt end.
The Qilin martial arts vanished without a trace.
For ten years, I thought Zhang Qiling would soak his feet in Yucun and enjoy a peaceful retirement.
But then I heard him say, “Xiao Ge, use your blood.”
For ten years, I thought Xiao Sanye would brew wine and tea, laughing as he left the martial world behind.
But then I heard him say, “Don’t be the one waiting outside anymore.”
For ten years, I thought Wang Pangzi could hang up his armor, return to the countryside, and live a carefree life in the southern hills.
But then I heard him say, “Yuncai isn’t in the Yuancheng Palace.”
For ten years, I thought Hei Xiazi could be cured and see the light again.
But then I heard him say, “My eyes have reached their limit.”
For ten years, I thought Xie Yuchen could escape his cage and live freely.
But then I heard him say, “Xiao Hua traveled a thousand miles to escort the bride, entertaining the gods in colorful robes.”
Ten years...
How many ten-year stretches does an ordinary person get?
In the end, all I can do is sigh: I just can’t let it go.
