After leaving Great Snow Ridge, Xiang Yang followed the road to a small village at the foot of the mountain, inquiring into Chu Canglan's birth parents while preparing to visit the valley where Chu Canglan had encountered his great fortune years ago.
A guess was only a guess. It needed more information to support it. Chu Canglan's identity was nothing more than a case of Body Seizure.
Once he had some clues, he would go directly to that person and seek confirmation. After all, there were only three months left. Crossing the two provinces of Yong and Kang and racing ten thousand li left little time...
Meanwhile, Xue Manyun met Chu Canglan. With just one look, she felt that though his appearance had not changed, his bearing and temperament were almost heaven-and-earth apart from before—utterly different.
The Chu Canglan Xue Manyun knew had been high-spirited in his youth, rebellious yet faintly proud. His eyes held only martial arts. Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain had once said that he was an unparalleled martial genius, and he had always believed it without doubt.
Yet the present Chu Canglan was courteous and proper in both speech and conduct, but an aura of authority radiated from the depths of him, as though he held immense power in his palm. He bore a faint resemblance to the Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain of old.
Just as Xiang Yang had said, a person changing was not strange. Because of certain upheavals or stimulation, good people turned bad and evil people turned good. Such things were common.
Yet such changes could not fundamentally alter a person's habits or bearing.
One's essence and core could not so easily become utterly unrecognizable.
Xue Manyun's heart sank. Had she not met that black-clad man with the saber heart,