Murong Yanran could not describe her current emotions. Surprised, lost, panicked, flustered.
After years of dedicated cultivation in the old Wu City, her memory of that young man in black has already blurred.
She always believed that the young man’s abilities and hers were worlds apart and that he would eventually mock himself for his youthful ignorance and throw his unrealistic dreams to the back of his mind, then go about his life earnestly.
And from then on, the two of them would have nothing to do with each other, and a hundred years later, the young man would be reduced to a pile of dirt, but how far could she go on her path of cultivation?
Murong Yanran had always believed this way. But now, the young man’s bold words that day resounded in her mind once again, never so vividly before.
"Miss Murong, I’ll leave you with a saying. Every dog has its day, don’t look down on someone just because he is young and poor".
"I’ll come back for you in three years!"
