She couldn't understand why this desolate mountain was worth seeing.
The person before her didn't seem like one for poetic sentiments or seeking scenic beauty.
"No, I'm not interested in scenery."
Chu Xisheng shook his head: "Junior Sister Qin, you don't know, we have a West Mountain in Xiushui County too."
Qin Xiyang was still puzzled until Chu Xisheng uttered the next sentence: "Recently, a magic expert told me that long before Emperor Jianyuan ascended the throne, there was a prophecy in the Capital City: The friendship of Qin and Chu, the sun rises in the West Mountain. Have you heard of this, Junior Sister?"
Qin Xiyang was thunderstruck inside, waves surged within her.
The friendship of Qin and Chu, the sun rises in the West Mountain—how could she not have heard of this prophecy?
Emperor Jianyuan buried her sister and Chu Zheng together in West Mountain, precisely because of this prophecy.
