"It's been three hundred years, Feng'er. Where in the world are you?" The man stood beneath a peach tree in full bloom with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at its scarlet blossoms. A soft petal, carried by the wind, brushed against his pale cheek. His long, thick lashes trembled faintly, reflected in his deep, fathomless eyes.
For three hundred years, day and night, that jade-green figure had remained in his thoughts, tormenting him until he could neither eat nor sleep in peace.
"When I find you, I'll give up the Three Realms and be only your Li Hen. How does that sound?"
And so, the terror of the Three Realms began his long journey to find his wife...
