The gentle voice spoke from above, almost chanting. “Floating clouds are the mountains’ halos; in my heart a field of boulders glows!”3

Xu Qing was shocked, and the Captain was clearly taken aback.1

Wu Jianwu looked up at the woman in the sky. Raising his eyebrows, he said, “The mountains ask not the depths of the gloom; only heaven knows of the setting of the moon.”10

The woman clearly understood what Wu Jianwu meant, as she softly replied, “Forgive me for being rude. You can call me Mistress Rosyclouds.”8

This time, it was Wu Jianwu’s turn to be stunned. A gentle afternoon breeze swayed the plants and vegetation on the mountain, and sent clouds drifting lazily through the sky. It stirred the hair of everyone present, and also brushed against Wu Jianwu’s heartstrings. How could he have guessed that there would actually be a person in existence who could understand his poetry and appreciate the emotion it contained? The fact that such a person had suddenly appeared was nothing short of a surprise.11

Ever since he started imitating Ancient Emperor Dark Serenity, nobody ever understood him properly, not even...13