Though his tone was mild, the arrogance within it was laid bare for all to see. Mei He respectfully answered, "Yes!" Yet inwardly, he was both excited and shaken. The meaning behind his master's words was already obvious: with his master's current cultivation, throughout the entire Immortal Palace, only Immortal Emperor Jin Tai was qualified to fight him. As for everyone else, none could stop him, and they were not worth taking seriously.
Wangqing extended a broad hand toward the fissure, formed his fingers into a claw in the air, and lightly lifted. A snow-blue radiance buried at the bottom of the abyss shot out with a "whoosh," fiercely soaring into the air above the mountaintop. With a clang, it decisively plunged into the ground not far behind him.
Although nearly half the blade had sunk into the stony ground, a large section still remained exposed. The flowing snow-blue treasure light had already withdrawn and vanished. Under the sunlight, a bright point gleamed brilliantly atop the mountain.
The Six Dragon Snow Blue sword stood silently embedded on the mountaintop. From beginning to end, Wangqing had not touched it with his hand even once. Over the following months, he still did not touch it, nor did he even look at it often. Man and sword faced each other from afar, communicating only through an invisible bond of intent. It was not until several months later, when Wangqing descended the mountain, that the Six Dragon Snow Blue sword was pulled from the summit...
"If there is nothing else, withdraw," Wangqing said calmly.
Only then did Mei He seem to remember something. He took out a small red box, held it up with both hands, and said, "Huo Xiaozi asked me to give this to Master!"
Wangqing did not ask what it was.