Great Snow Ridge

When Ding Yu heard that Xiang Yang was leaving, he immediately panicked. The youth's eyes flickered with reluctance, worry, confusion—countless emotions tangled together.

Yet he was clever, and he knew this day would come sooner or later. They had been bound to part ways from the beginning; it was only a matter of time. He simply had not expected it to come so soon.

After thinking for a moment, Ding Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but all that came out were choked sobs. It was as though he had become Ding Xiang, unable to say a single word. In the end, he nodded dejectedly.

Of course he did not want Xiang Yang to leave. During this time, he had followed him in learning martial arts and cultivating his skills, listening to the man recount his past experiences. Without realizing it, he had long developed feelings of admiration and filial affection for him.

Though Xiang Yang had never taken him as a disciple, Ding Yu had long regarded him as his master—the kind where, once a master for a day, a father for life.

By the time he steadied his emotions and wished to say something, Xiang Yang, along with the Que Xie Blade, had already vanished from where he stood...

Great Snow Ridge of the Far East stretched for hundreds of li, its snowy ridges forming peaks and, viewed from the side, resembling a sprawling dragon. Cold air coiled around the land, freezing one to the marrow. It was another wondrous spectacle of heaven and earth beyond Thunder Lake.

At this moment, a fierce duel was unfolding here.

Two Xiantian Experts, neither of them young, fought fiercely atop an arena forged from vast sheets of black ice. Fist force howled, sword qi surged, and the battle carried