The man lifted his head, following the trajectory of the cicada as it flew.
The dazzling sunlight caused him to squint, barely making out the golden-red outline of the sun and the cicada fluttering towards it.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed.
The man had waited for a very long time, seemingly forever, never leaving, not knowing whether it was reluctance to leave or anticipation.
Until he heard a cicada's cry.
Boldly sounding its voice against Heaven and Earth.
So faint, just like the insignificant ants under the vast canopy of heaven, yet brimming with a bold and exuberant life force.
Subtle yet dignified.
Suddenly, the man burst into laughter, louder and louder, bending over with joy, utterly delighted; he had finally found the person he was searching for.
He finally understood why Mu Shitian favored this youth before him.
