A journey of a thousand miles, two thousand miles, three thousand miles...
Lin Su's little boat drifted leisurely onward, speeding all the way toward the depths of the North Sea, deeper and deeper...
The North Sea's surface remained boundless and endless, its waters still jade-green like spring water...
The sea breeze swept past, yet killing intent had already blanketed heaven and earth. Even the fish beneath the sea did not leap from the water. They seemed to know that the moment they broke the surface, they would die.
Dressed in white, Lin Su sat at the prow of the boat. Opposite him sat Bi Xuanji.
Between them stood an elegant tea table, upon which was the northern cloud-mist tea Bi Xuanji had brought. Its fragrance flowed with the steam.
Far out upon the sea, an iceberg appeared. When it first emerged, it was a hundred miles away, yet in the next instant, it suddenly appeared before the little boat.
Atop the hundred-zhang-tall iceberg stood a woman with white hair streaming in the wind, like an immortal maiden of the North Sea.
Xue Qianxun!
Xue Qianxun stood high upon the summit of the hundred-zhang iceberg. Her eyes, like icy pools that had existed for eternity, pierced through the sky and locked firmly onto Lin Su.
The surrounding air seemed to turn into surging ice currents in an instant.
Lin Su looked up and lightly raised his teacup. "Miss Xue, have you been well since we last met?"
With one lift of his hand, seven words brought spring bursting into bloom.
Xue Qianxun folded her arms across her chest. "Is Grandmaster Lin seeking to speak of parting sentiments?"
"Not at all!" Lin Su said. "I merely came to discuss the North Sea Dragon Palace's ending with you!"
"Ending?" Xue Qianxun's pupils contracted...