The ancient-style Tian'an Street is still as bustling as ever.
Twenty years have passed, yet the Drunken Immortal Tower remains unchanged.
Upon reaching the private room on the fifth floor, the furnishings hadn't changed a bit. Only the tea master sitting by the side was a different person.
More than twenty years ago, he met a beautiful tea master here, and it was in this room that Wei Yue was also attacked.
While it was twenty years ago for others, for Gao Xuan, it felt like an eternity had passed. Worlds after worlds, reincarnation after reincarnation.
Now, recalling these things, Gao Xuan was filled with emotion. Even someone as close as Jiang Xuejun could not understand his feelings, nor share his sentiments.
The room was full of friends, and the atmosphere was lively, yet Gao Xuan harbored an indescribable loneliness inside.
Gao Xuan also knew his mood was off; he was never this sentimental before. Although his emotions had highs and lows, he could always control them.
