A white paper umbrella, ink painting the rivers and mountains.
The painting of raging wind and torrential rain silently shifted, ink spreading to paint a scene of white snow over a frigid river. Heavy snow wrapped all in silver, leaving only the river unfrozen. The scene changed into a vast expanse of white, with only a deep-blue river flowing through it.
Bai Yujun raised a hand and pointed at the Sang family patriarch, really wanting to curse him. Couldn't he just hand over the treasured sword?
It was merely an external possession. Was it worth risking his life for?
She had consecutively slain three high-level demons equivalent to Profound Immortals and was utterly exhausted, yet this old bastard had not been frightened off. Could he tell that she was putting up a strong front despite being weak within?
As expected of an old immortal from a lineage of schemes and conspiracies. Impressive, truly impressive.
The old thief was sharp as a needle.
Yet the Sang family patriarch was somewhat hesitant at this moment, lingering without advancing. Snow was actually drifting through the cave. It had always been damp and dripping inside before, but it had never rained, much less snowed. And now, a river had appeared in the middle of the grounds...
Plop~
A koi leaped from the deep-blue river.
One of the Sang family youngsters thought the koi looked familiar. They often saw that kind in the back garden.
The wind stopped. The frigid river slowly became level as a mirror, reflecting the snowy sky and the distant ink-wash mountains. In the middle of the river, a black-haired girl in white floated gently, her toes less than two feet above the water.
Silence—silence so deep that even heartbeats could not be heard. No one dared make a sound as