I recognize him, I know every single detail about him.
Fu Xi is not only a strategist who is knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, nor is he merely a dragon prince who is not in control of his own destiny. He is my dearest friend, someone who has stayed by my side for thousands of years, drinking tea and watching me go through thousands of years of history.
"Ziwan, welcome back." The weariness between his brows was masked by joy.
Aster, that has been my name for thousands of years, the name of a humble, pale purple flower.
He's right, everything is but a dream. Twenty years is but a fleeting dream compared to thousands of years.
However, among the memories spanning thousands of years, the first name that comes to mind is not Ziwan, nor Fuxi, but Dongjun. I remember it as clearly as if I had never forgotten it.
"Would you like some tea?" I asked casually.
His lips curved into a bright smile: "After waiting for twenty years, of course I want to drink it. But perhaps now is not the right time." His gaze dimmed slightly, and he continued, "Phoenix will send you back."
"Go back to where, to the east or to the north?" I blurted out.
He slowly suppressed his smile: "Can you still return to Dongtian?"
His expression could even be described as sorrowful.
One sentence, like a knife, pierced my heart.
I suddenly remembered why I had spent twenty years in this world.
Dongjun is the divine ruler of the Eastern Heaven, who was personally entrusted with the position of Heavenly Emperor by the Azure Emperor Fuxi, who was traveling outside the Nine Heavens. He was merely a mortal who cultivated to become an immortal, so naturally many immortals paid him attention.
In the immortal realm, the higher one's position and the greater one's power, the more indifferent and ruthless one becomes. He was the only exception.
And I was the one who caused this accident.
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