Many years later, Lu Yunzhao walked to Nanxuan Mountain again. He recalled that eerie night. At that time, the bright moon was shining high and the autumn wind was blowing. He was lying on the edge of the cliff, looking at the stars in the sky in confusion. Suddenly, an old man with white hair and gray beard appeared in front of him, and shouted in a low voice with a voice like gold and iron: "I finally found you!"
