The fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in 2023 was a day worth commemorating.
Amid the apprehension, wild joy, and boundless anticipation of the people of Great Xia, time ticked away second by second.
Yet even when the eastern sky turned the pale white of a fish's belly, the evil demons still had not come.
Great Xia, and indeed the entire world, rejoiced over this historic night. Naturally, the commoners credited the evil demons' reluctance to invade to the descent of the Ran Sect gods.
Quite a number of extremists attributed everything to Lu Ran.
Strictly speaking, they were right.
The night had been so peaceful precisely because, within a certain Respecting Gods Hall, the emperor of gods and devils had shared wine and conversation with the Ran Sect Master.
Within Yu Gu City, snowflakes drifted down in a vast flurry.
Beneath the Xianmo God Statue, in the back garden of a residence, a young woman stood within an Eight-Corner Pavilion, quietly admiring the snow.
Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the pavilion.
His feathered robes were whiter than snow, and he drifted like an immortal.
The woman in the pavilion turned to look. Seeing that someone was safe and sound, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"How did the talk go?" No sooner had Jiang Ruyi spoken than her vision blurred.
The young man in feathered robes could not even be bothered to take a step. He flashed directly before her, reached casually to his side, and grabbed a strand of Yanxia Silk.
Yanxia Silk struggled lightly and said helplessly, [You grabbed the wrong one.]
"Huh?" Lu Ran was indeed a little muddled. He lowered his head for a look, then released the ribbon and caught another strip of gauze, green as mist and smoke.
Jiang Ruyi caught