That year in Zhaojiayu, Xiuqin had yet to meet Li Yunlong. She was fresh-faced and lovely, the prettiest girl for miles around.
The night Chen Gan Chao transmigrated, the moon shone bright and insects chirped softly. Xiuqin emerged from the pond west of the river, her hair wet and her feet bare, filling the lush summer night with the spirit of spring.
Gazing up at the leak in the roof, he lay on a mattress embroidered with a figure that might have been a duck or a mandarin duck. Chen Gan Chao gripped the edge of the kang bed and silently steeled himself.
Sorry, Li Yunlong...
To hell with you, Yamamoto Kazuki!
In the world of Bright Sword, from now on, I, Chen Gan Chao, will cherish Xiuqin. This little corner of Zhaojiayu and Northwest Shanxi is mine to protect!
Important warning: This is not a book about cultivating immortality. Please believe in it rationally!
