More than a hundred years later, Xu Xuan returned to Li Mountain again.
Li Mountain was still exactly the same as before, even the location of the Iron Bamboo Forest hadn't changed.
Some decorations and inscriptions had been added around the tomb.
Xu Xuan walked along the road, followed in silence by the crowd behind him.
They were mortals, incapable of comprehending what 'more than a hundred years' truly meant; to them, a decade seemed long, and forty or fifty years was akin to the transformation of oceans into mulberry fields.
After a while, Xu Xuan began to speak with them.
"Congwu, you've done well, you possess the bearing of your ancestors," he said.
"I should, with the excellent support of the civil and military officials, I've merely basked in their reflected glory," Li Congwu replied joyfully, like a child basking in the praise of a True Lord.
"What was the reason for your fight just now?" Xu Xuan inquired.
