A mountain path outside the Central Capital.
A young Daoist in a blue cloth Taoist robe came riding on a cow. He had a delicate face, exuding a naturally carefree and unrestrained demeanor.
The old yellow cow carrying him seemed to be very aged, walking leisurely. The young Daoist was in no hurry, lying on the cow's back, seemingly humming a tune.
"In five days, Qingchi will return to Youdu."
"Moreover, her mother has been trapped in Yun Cang."
A woman's voice rang in his ear, but the surroundings were empty with not a soul in sight. Where the voice came from was unknown.
"I've said before, whatever you say about Chu Xiangtian has nothing to do with me."
The young Daoist pouted, muttering, "You chant in my ear all day long, yet never show yourself. You keep saying I'm the reincarnation of Chu Xiangtian and that we were husband and wife in a past life."
"Why don't you come out and let me have a look? If you're attractive, I might consider it."
