Flowers bloom for a thousand years, and petals fall for another. Flowers disappear without leaves, and leaves without flowers. All the players seem to have seen the Manju Shahua, unforgettable from their past life, so they've returned.,Opening his eyes, Zhu Yi looked at his small hand. Turning his head, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was December 3rd, 1980 in the Chinese calendar. The thick, solid black characters told Zhu Yi that this was not a dream.,Zhu Yi also didn't pretend. Besides, the person in front of him wasn't someone he, a five-year-old, could handle. He was a real Venerable, the existence that people called gods in legends. 。。