"The Misty Cloud… It only represents one person." After a while, Jun Yinglian said, as if she had just woken up from a bad dream, "The first two lines of the poem… He wrote it… It was only slightly different from Misty Cloud Palace…"
She looked at that tombstone infatuatedly.
"Misty Cloud Palace overwhelms the world. Everybody knows the name. You are from Misty Cloud Palace. Everybody knows it! Nobody would make that mistake!"
"How did he know it? How?" Jun Yinglian grabbed on the chair. Her fingers turned pale! Her breath was getting heavier.
"What is that man's name?" she asked.
"He called himself Feng Zhiling…" Bing Xinyue answered.
"Feng Zhiling?" Jun Yinglian murmured.
