After Shen Fu entered, he found no discarded papers, so Bai Zhihua had actually only written once, but before she wrote this one, she had stood at the desk for several hours.
Flashes of the book she had read, "Eternal Immortal," crossed her mind, and she even danced to seek inspiration.
In the end, she finished the four grand characters in one go, capturing her understanding of immortals; she certainly had the right to speak about "immortals," as after all, Shen Fu had said she was very much like one.
When Shen Fu saw the four characters, a buzzing resonated in his head; these words seemed to have been created for his novel, as if he could see a thousand-year-old story behind them. An immortal was not just carefree and unrestrained, but also bore the vicissitudes of time.
From these characters, Shen Fu felt an inner resonance with Bai Zhihua, high mountains and flowing water finding their equal in music, the more he looked the more he liked it.
