Xiao Jie stood on the rooftop of the building, looking at the distant night scene.
The flow of car lights and the sea of neon lights spread out under his feet, and he vaguely felt the scene before him was somewhat familiar, as if he had just seen it recently—the outlines of those landmark buildings on the skyline even seemed inexplicably familiar.
Amidst his confusion, a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
"Sui Feng, my virtuous brother, what a refined pleasure to watch the stars and the moon here."
Xiao Jie was momentarily bewildered. This phrase sounded very familiar—not just familiar, he had definitely heard it before. He instinctively looked up and indeed saw the myriad stars, hanging high in the pitch-black night sky.
Turning around, he saw a Green Robed Taoist smiling warmly at him.
It was Feng Buqi!
"How did Feng get here..." He suddenly became alert—
No, Feng Buqi had died long ago!
Was he dreaming?
