The flowing light easily leaves people behind; cherries turn red, banana leaves turn green.
...
Spring passes, autumn arrives.
In the blink of an eye, three decades have gone by.
On this day.
The moon rises by the railing.
Chen Jichuan was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, Wang Yan was also practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.
Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Yan had turned sixty. By worldly reckoning, Chen Jichuan had stayed in this world for forty-nine years, yet based on his bone age, he was only forty-three, already overtaken by Wang Yan in age.
Fortunately, both of them had achieved Innate mastery at a young age, possessing techniques to preserve their youth, and their appearances seemed no older than thirty. Though they looked more seasoned, they exhibited not a trace of aging.
Being together, they appeared more like a young couple who had married not long ago.
Under the night sky.
The sword gleams flickered.
