Many years later, Lu Yunzhao climbed Nanxuan Mountain once more. He remembered that turbulent, mysterious night. The moon had been bright, the autumn wind whispering as he lay on his back beside the cliff, gazing in a daze at the star-filled sky. Suddenly, an old man with white hair and beard and a face ashen as death appeared before him. In a voice like clashing metal, he growled, “I’ve finally found you!”
