Lin Xiaosu spent three days at Tashan Lake with Saintess Qian Ling.
No wars.
No stories.
Only calm and pleasant autumn days.
On the platform, Saintess Qian Ling played the zither, Lin Xiaosu played the flute.
The zither played without spiritual energy, the flute played without True Qi.
The melody from the ancient Spirit Clan.
The flute, a crystallization of thousands of years of Daxia wisdom.
The ancient and the modern merge here.
Male and female, seamlessly united here.
Lin Xiaosu seemed truly to fulfill his promise: I never accompanied you in the past, I can't accompany you in the future, today you I will accompany!
At this moment when she regained her identity as Saintess Qian Ling.
At this point where she abandoned this body's belonging, coming to a foreign land.
He slowly acquainted her with the surrounding mountains, the earth beneath their feet, the customs and scenery of this world, and they gradually grew familiar with each other...
Until the fourth day!
