The sixty-fourth time.
She opened her eyes, still faced with the dirty and chaotic prison cell, the sleeping Chu Wen Ruo, Huo Hengxuan, who had not yet returned from punishment, and the silent... Chen Kuang's corpse.
This was already the sixty-fourth time she had come back here.
The first time, she was an innocent four-year-old child, who fought her way out and accepted the aid of Zhang Zhizhou, who claimed to be a disciple of Freedom Mountain.
Freedom Mountain was a beautiful peach mountain, with endless vistas of peach blossoms. The scholars wore white, irrespective of identity, reciting sentences she couldn't understand, their eyes seemed to contain the light of the world.
Here she met the "teacher" whom everyone spoke of as particularly amazing.
A little old man who always smiled, not tall in stature, nor dignified in presence, he always held a ruler and, upon seeing someone slacking off, would leap up and fiercely knock their occiput.
