Wang Anfeng and the others were all somewhat astonished, staring blankly at the kindly old man before them.
In the legends of Jianghu, that young Taoist who was foolishly devoted to love, actually said he'd forgotten that person's face?
Forgotten?
Seeing their expressions, Kong Taoist seemed a bit embarrassed, scratched his white hair, and said,
"It has been sixty years, and I am already over seventy years old. In sixty years, a little child would almost be in the coffin, wouldn't they? Even for Great Qin, letting go of the past, sixty years is enough to see a dynasty's golden age decline, filled with so much love, hate, affection, and grand aspirations all buried under alcohol."
"How could I possibly remember... it was just a young infatuation..."
Qin Fei and Wang Anfeng remained silent, while Qin Xiao's face flushed red, as if swearing an oath, he loudly exclaimed,
"Nonsense!"
"I am in love with someone right now, for ten years, sixty years, until death, I will love her!"