Only a pointed head peeked out, with youthful face and silver hair. A Daoist Mixed Yuan sash was pressed against his full head of white strands.,“I can't put it off any longer, I haven't finished memorizing all the words yet.”,Then came the sound of water from outside. Unlike the ebb and flow of the tides, to 歐陽戎's ears, this sound was like a train roaring towards him from afar. It seemed to be coming from the end of the horizon, sweeping away everything in its path—flowers, birds, animals, mountains, and forests—all laid waste before it. The whole world trembled with the force of it.。