"It has the most solitary snow-capped mountains."

"I have listened quietly to your and my recitations."

"The scenes that amaze the world are nothing special..."

Accompanied by a band and sung by Wang Yueheng.

The scene on stage continues.

For ten long years, Zhang Qiling, carrying the Black Gold Ancient Sword, faced the mystery and danger behind the door alone.

In the darkness, his figure appeared lonely yet resolute.

Countless times in the silence, he recalled his past with Wu Xie and the others.

Those moments of laughter, tears, and life-or-death experiences became the driving force that kept him going.

Wu Xie wasn't idle either; he searched everywhere for clues.

They sought to learn more about the secrets of the Bronze Gate and the Zhang Qiling family.

He continued to grow, becoming stronger and more mature.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The day that had been agreed upon for picking up Zhang Qiling to take her home finally arrived.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Wu Xie and Fatty drove back to the foot of Changbai Mountain.

Just like ten years ago.

The cold wind still howls and snowflakes still flutter here.

Wu Xie's heart was filled with incredibly eager anticipation.

The two once again followed the special markings that Zhang Qiling had left in the tomb passage.

They returned to the entrance of the Nine Dragons Coffin Tomb.

As the massive bronze gate slowly opened.

Within the pale blue light.

Zhang Qiling, dressed in black, walked out of the bronze gate.

His face was still young and aloof, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

When Wu Xie saw that familiar figure appear before him, his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Young man, we've come to take you home..."

Wu Xie stepped forward and said in a trembling voice.

He was terrified that Zhang Qiling, standing before him, would once again lose her memory and forget him.

The audience members below the stage also had tears in their eyes, watching Zhang Qiling's reaction with tension, sharing the same worries.

Zhang Qiling looked around, seemingly experiencing this long-lost world.

Wu Xie kept his eyes fixed on the other person, as if afraid that he would disappear again.

After looking at Wu Xie quietly for a while, Zhang Qiling said softly, "You've gotten old."

His voice remained calm, just like the "Silent Bottle" of before.

Wu Xie laughed, trying hard to control his emotions: "Yeah, it's been ten years. How could I not get old?"

"Ugh, I feel like crying..."

"Damn sand got in my eyes..."

"Why are the tears just flowing down my face..."

The audience members below the stage wore smiles of relief, but tears streamed down their faces uncontrollably.

"Let's go."

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie and nodded.

Then the three of them turned around together, their figures disappearing into the darkness.

The bronze door still stands there quietly, seemingly witnessing this friendship that has spanned ten years.

"It has the most uniquely rugged peaks."

"It allowed us to be arrogant."

"The clear moonlight over the sea and the full moon's glow are reflected in the cup."

"It contains the most tattered and damaged bamboo slips."

"Records of a long period of time"

"A piece of tile picked up unintentionally tells a story of coldness..."

On Changbai Mountain, the biting cold wind still howls.

The Heavenly Palace on the Clouds is surrounded by a vast snowy landscape.

Only the Little Red Flower Band, still playing, and Wang Yueheng, holding the microphone and singing with all his heart, remained.

Behind them, amidst the swirling snowflakes, the silhouettes of Wu Xie and his two companions in the departing SUV gradually faded into the distance.

"It has the most solitary snow-capped mountains."

"I have listened quietly to your and my recitations."

"The scenes that amaze the world are nothing special."