"Emperor's Calendar, Year 1730.
Renyin year, Gengxu month, Xinyou day.
Three years of cultivation felt like the thirty years of seclusion I experienced in the past—the feeling of being a prodigy is marvelous. In the old days, I was like a study genius, nodding off and playing games every day and still managing to score full marks.
Life in seclusion was unbearably dull, so I took out the yellowed books and began to write in my diary once again.
From writing my first diary entry at the age of 20 in the thirty-ninth year of Chongming to this present age of 8421, I have experienced much friction…
From Oiran to Number 8, from Spring Breeze Building to Yihong Courtyard, countless faces come flooding back to me.
Cultivators never forget what they've seen; with so many memories stored within the soul, reflecting on those distant pasts, those lost friends, is like looking at flowers in the fog, or gazing at the moon in the water. Walking the Dao alone is also a form of pain.