"With utmost sincerity, I announce to the rivers, lakes, and seas..."
As Liu Yui’s voice echoed, Li Zhiyuan, although still standing in the room, found his consciousness slipping into a strange trance.
In his sight, the lamp with the Golden Dragon lifting its head seed to spring to life.
The Golden Dragon’s body detached from the lamp, first twisting, then coiling, the wick like fire, its breath bubbling forth.
It left the ground and flew toward him, then circled around.
It was as if sothing had been burned, yet there was no scent of scorching, only wisps of smoke and the faint crackling near his ears.
If one had to make a comparison, it was like a veil.
A layer, draped beneath one’s feet, covering the path, concealing the veil of fate.
The veil was thin, allowing light to pass through.
Just like over a year ago, when Li Zhiyuan first discovered the "Jianghu Chronicles" in his Grandmaster’s basent.
Wei Zhengdao summarized in this book all the Corpse phenona he had encountered in his lifeti, making it an encyclopedia about Corpse phenona.
This set of books was Li Zhiyuan’s enlightennt.
Since then, Li Zhiyuan had planned the path he would take in the future.
Return to high school, select a university, participate in math competitions, get admitted early.
The relationship with Mr. Luo was also to ensure that he could participate in major hydraulic engineering projects in the future.
Thus, the path beneath his feet was rely covered with a thin veil.
But so things, even slightly opaque, still hide turbulent undercurrents below.
He had indeed started his River Crossing long ago, but he did not proceed with clarity, decisiveness, or briskness.
The ritual and Liu Yui’s announcent served to clear this last layer of fog for him.
It was a destined treacherous river, full of hardships and dangers, where one could easily capsize.
Yet, there it was.
Compared to open-ended subjective questions, the youth preferred objective questions with defined conditions, no matter how complex or difficult they were.
Now, the problem lay before him, ready to be tackled.
Free from the enshrouding haze and confusion,
He felt light and at ease.
Even the Golden Dragon still circling him seed sowhat adorable in Li Zhiyuan’s eyes, dopey and confused, like his own pet, Xiao Hei.
In reality, the lamp remained a lamp, the Golden Dragon still hanging on it, its wick flickering in its dragon mouth.
Most of the people in the room could not see the apparition that Li Zhiyuan was seeing at the mont.
In the eyes of Run Sheng and the other two, Li Zhiyuan seed to have relaxed.
They had paid respects to the Dragon King and understood the significance of the second lamp, but to say they had a deep understanding and experience was naturally impossible.
Just now, amidst the anxious and unsettled reactions of Liu Yui and others, they felt tension, but upon seeing Brother Xiao Yuan’s current state, all three felt a wave of relief.
Even the most serious matters, with a change of perspective and mindset, could be trivialized: "Huh, what’s the big deal?"
Uncle Qin’s eyes cleared of all other emotions, leaving only a sense of nostalgia.
He reminisced about when he had lit the second lamp, and his master was still young.
Faced with rows of tablets on the altar, facing the responsibility of revitalizing the Qin Liu family, he clenched his teeth, somber-faced, filled with trepidation and fear.
But the sa scene, coupled with unexpected opportunities, cast upon the youth before him conveyed a sense of nonchalance.
This was no pretense, for in this atmosphere, anyone capable of pretense... lacked the need to pretend.
When you see soone better than yourself, you suddenly realize that your failures seem inevitable.
Aunt Liu’s perception was more straightforward; she felt that Xiao Yuan had gained a layer of charm, making the already handso boy even more attractive.
This way, the young n and won seed closer in temperant, and when together, appeared more harmonious.
Aunt Liu desperately needed the sweetness in her mouth to offset the bitterness that Yin ng would soon cook for her with her own hands.
Liu Yui watched Li Zhiyuan and gently waved her hand.
The youth did not move, as he was still imrsed in his own feelings.
Uncle Qin walked outside.
Aunt Liu wanted to take Alii’s hand and lead her away, but Alii was motionless, still gazing at the youth.
She didn’t like to paint; she only liked painting Li Zhiyuan. She thought the youth looked very handso now, including the Golden Dragon serving as the background, circling around him.
Aunt Liu looked at Liu Yui, and Liu Yui nodded slightly.
The ceremony of initiation and River Crossing had been completed, and it was ti for the elders to give their instruction. Alii, representing the Qin family today, could stay, though she wouldn’t speak.
But Liu Yui knew that for this brat, her granddaughter’s single glance was worth more than a thousand words of her own.
Seeing this, Run Sheng and the others also left.
In the room, only Liu Yui, Alii, and Li Zhiyuan remained.
Finally, the Golden Dragon left his body and returned to the lantern.
In reality, the lamp extinguished.
To the average person, this wonderfully lit lamp went out abruptly.
But to Li Zhiyuan, it was as if the fla had already circled his body, leaving him feeling warm.
He couldn’t help turning his head to look outside. The thunder had ceased, but the wind and rain persisted.
At this mont, he really wanted to open the window and let in so wind and rain for a mont of coolness.
"Creak..."
The window was pushed open by a hand, and the wind and rain entered.
The breeze blew, dampness brushed his face, and Li Zhiyuan fully awoke.
It was then that he realized everyone else had left.
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