(Sorry, sorry. The update was late.)
Snow was like white robes, robes like snow; one could almost mistake the snowman for a single thing.
Qin Buyi always felt that this person looked somewhat familiar. Yet after carefully searching the memories in her Heart Lake, she could not match him to anyone.
Cui Dongshan flashed Qin Buyi a broad, radiant smile, then lowered his voice and respectfully asked Senior Song to move aside with him and watch the battle from a little farther away, lest the two Limitless Martial Cultivators be unable to stretch their limbs in this mountaintop fist inquiry. He then led Wang Manmeng and the others away from the city gate. Cui Dongshan planned to choose the roof of some grand mansion as their viewing spot, but in tonight's wind and snow, with heavy snow and ravenous winds, six-petaled flakes whirling everywhere, their vision was obstructed. Qian Hou'er and the others were too low in realm; they were destined not to see either side throw their punches clearly. Cui Dongshan had tampered a little with the earlier conversation between his teacher and Han Wanzhan, so even Wang Manmeng had not heard it clearly. Once they learned the identities of the two people exchanging fists tonight, they would regret it to death.
The two sides of the fist inquiry faced each other from afar on the broad street, neither in any hurry to make a move.
Han Guanghu stood where he was and merely lifted one boot. When he set it down again, the entire street, whose snow lay more than a foot deep, seemed to have been washed by boiling water. Mist billowed upward. By the time the old Martial Cultivator slowed his breathing and stood still, it was as though an earth dragon had been laid down