The snow atop Cloud Dream Mountain grew lighter and lighter, while the temperature at the summit rose year by year.
Yet the aura around Wu Shi only grew colder.
As though the chill could be transferred.
In the days that followed, Wu Shi remained atop Cloud Dream Mountain, but the sword she awaited never came.
Sword Disciple never returned to the summit of Cloud Dream Mountain either.
One day, the woman in the yellow dress gazed at the silver-clad world before her, her eyes full of smug delight. "Don't you like snow? From now on, Cloud Dream Mountain will never see snow again."
She found a Dao God and had him use his divine arts, ensuring that Cloud Dream Mountain would never snow again.
"What exactly is the identity of the Cloud Dream Palace Master?"
"Why did she make arrangements on Forget Zhou Mountain?"
Within the Zhou Mountain Great World, several Dao Gods murmured among themselves.
They were filled with apprehension toward Wu Shi, who had never made a move.
"Sword Disciple's sword is growing stronger and stronger," one Dao God muttered.
Originally, Sword Disciple had been strong, but they had not cared in the slightest.
There had been a discernible path to Sword Disciple's strength.
Wu Shi was the truly mysterious one.
Yet in recent years, Sword Disciple's rate of improvement had been far too fast.
For Dao Gods like them, who had attained Dao Godhood through divine treasures, improvement was exceedingly difficult. They needed to survive the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations.
Yet... Sword Disciple had never undergone any calamity or tribulation, and his strength was still rising.
His sword was sharper than ever as well.
"Sword Disciple... is nothing to fear."
"Oh?"
"Yu Jiao said that Sword Disciple... has a flaw. She tried casually hurting him,