Snow filled heaven and earth; I had the Ci Xiang Sword.
Guarding this boundary stele was an easy, leisurely posting. In today's Five-Colored World, who dared take the initiative to provoke Ascension City? They could scarcely hide fast enough.
Among them were several young men whose Dao age matched their appearance. They had come here to temper themselves—more precisely, each had a bottleneck to break through.
If they could climb another floor, spring winds would rise in their spirits.
The Sword Qi Great Wall had a saying: those whose feathers had not even grown in full had the biggest guts. It described precisely these little brats "born in the Sword Qi Great Wall and raised in Ascension City." More and more young sword cultivators had come over to join the bustle. A dozen or so figures squatted or stood around the edge of the stele-raising platform, chattering and whispering. They had long recognized Chen Ping'an and Qi Tingji, and began teasing Lord Yin Guan, a man of countless nicknames and stories.
"Second Shopkeeper, when are we drinking your wedding wine with Ning Yao? I'll definitely come support the tavern, but I'll have to owe the gift money."
"Lord Yin Guan, did you get your pride back from Cao Ci? I've got a clever scheme in my Brocade Pouch: if you can't beat him in a fistfight, secretly poke him with a flying sword. Win first; what's a little face worth? I heard there was a no-betting game over in the Vast Heaven and Earth. Can people still place wagers? I've got some spare cash—Lord Yin Guan, help me bet on Cao Ci not losing."
"Second Shopkeeper, I want to complain to you in person. The dogs in Ascension City are awfully wild now. We can't beat or scold them, and