When We Meet on the Road, We Speak of Hardships

Wei Bo invited Mi Yu to visit his residence atop Piyun Mountain.

It truly was a land blessed with fine feng shui, an Immortal's cave dwelling worthy of the name. The grounds sprawled like a garden, with neither Dao Cultivators nor ordinary folk in sight. Snow weighed down the pine tips where deer wandered, while water sprites and mountain spirits brimmed with life.

At last, Wei Bo brought Mi Yu to a high terrace concealed by an Illusion Technique. It was called Yingran Terrace.

Wei Bo liked to sit there alone, drinking and admiring the view. From there, he could take in everything in every direction.

There were only a few snow-white cushions on Yingran Terrace, and nothing else.

The moon had just risen. Snow and moonlight vied in beauty. Beyond the mountains, the lights of Longzhou City, Huaihuang County City, and Red Candle Town could be made out in different directions, like three lamps of different sizes set upon the snow. Even an immortal in a mountain residence might hesitate to breathe, for fear of blowing out those lamps beneath the moon.

Mi Yu took down the Haoliang Sword Nurturing Gourd he had not yet had a chance to give away and drank. Looking around at the night scenery, he sighed. "It really is a fine place, blessed in its land and its people. Thanks to Wei Wenlong, I learned on the way here that quite a few people from Pearl Cave Heaven around Lord Yin Guan's age have made names for themselves since leaving. Ma Kuxuan of Zhenwu Mountain, Gu Can of Book Scroll Lake, Great Li Prince Song Mu. As for Liu Xianyang, I met him a few times at the Sword Qi Great Wall. He's remarkable. Even there, his Natal Flying Sword would be considered rare."