"What an impressive brother and sister." Su Changqing watched the three figures depart in silence.
He still could not walk upon the waves, yet Feng Taixu already could. That showed just how formidable he was. He wondered how the dragon compared to the Black Tortoise.
The first time he had seen Feng Qingxue, she had merely been a qin player.
She should have died long ago, on that bitterly cold night beneath the falling snow.
Yet Su Changqing had acted overnight and killed Scarlet Blood Scholar, and her fate had instead changed.
The times created the protagonist, not the protagonist the age.
The notion of fate had existed since ancient times and could not be altered easily. Lin Yuchan had faced two certain-death predicaments in succession, yet her fate had not changed.
But Feng Qingxue had changed.
Su Changqing narrowed his eyes, his heart churning.
If he had not saved Feng Qingxue, she would have died by Chang'an Lake on that cold, snowy night.
Feng Taixu would not have traveled thousands of miles to return and save her either.
Likewise, Feng Taixu's Life Script would not have had him die at the hands of the Destined Empress. Instead, he would have roamed freely throughout his life, lived to two hundred, retired to the mountains with his beloved, and passed away peacefully.
He had come from thousands of miles away without hesitation. It was clear how deeply he cared for his sister.
"I have changed many people's lives, including my own."
Moonlight filled Su Changqing's eyes as he murmured softly.
"In that case, follow in my footsteps and change even more. Before A Chinese Ghost Story arrives, I will stand before the hall, Frost Snow Saber in hand, and tread across the world—every inch of this land!"
Su Changqing laughed heartily,