At Ye Spirit Mountain's Back Mountain, clouds and mist lay locked together. Only a sliver of dim light tore through the heavens and fell upon Thousand-Ren Cliff.
The sheer cliff resembled cold jade, smooth and translucent, with an innate chill constantly bursting forth, making the place exceptionally frigid.
Before the icy wall lay a deep, secluded Cold Pond. Its waters were clear and tranquil, likewise permeated by cold energy.
At this moment, the pond reflected the broad-shouldered, sturdy figure of a man seated in meditation before the stone wall.
He had not activated a Spirit Shield, nor had he used any spells. He merely cultivated in silence.
Perhaps he had cultivated there for too long, for a layer of frost had already covered his body.
At some unknown point, the pond's reflection had become two figures.
One stood tall as a pine, gazing for a long while. It was Ye Jingcheng, who had just arrived.
The broad figure was naturally Ye Jinghu, who had secluded himself to reflect on his wrongdoing.
Since the latter was still cultivating, Ye Jingcheng waited without speaking. Only half an hour later did the figure rise. Upon seeing Ye Jingcheng, he was immediately astonished and hurriedly stood to cup his hands. "Eleventh Brother, I kept you waiting."
"Not long."
"After cultivating bitterly before this icy wall for some fifteen years, have you accepted it?" Ye Jingcheng asked.
"Of course I have. I committed a grave family taboo, acting on a lone man's reckless courage. Yet the family did not punish me severely and instead even rewarded me. Jinghu simply feels that he has somewhat let down the family's trust..." Ye Jinghu answered calmly.
It seemed he had pondered these words for a long time, which was why they came so smoothly.
Especially the words "let