Chapter 777: Hard to See an Old Friend!

At that time. The outskirts of the Eastern Capital. Night fell, and a gentle breeze drifted through a scenic spot where a bamboo house stood. The bamboo house was built on a hill, with a small stream running nearby and cherry blossom trees all over the mountain. When the wind blew, petals drifted down, covering the hillside and making it look like a painting. From this hill, you could see snow-covered Mount Fuji in the distance. It was like a paradise, a hidden wonderland. Under a cherry blossom...