Outside Tiandu City, the old Song residence.
In the little courtyard of Song Gudú, the Eye of the Starry Sky, Li Mu Yang had stripped naked and ostentatiously wrapped himself into an ice man.
The wind howled, and snow swept wildly through the air.
Li Mu Yang vanished. In the spot where he had been crouching, a snowman appeared, broad at the bottom and tapering to a sharp point at the top.
Strangely, all the wind and snow rushed toward Li Mu Yang alone. Song Gudú, who was crouching less than three feet away, was completely untouched. It was as though he were a transparent man overlooked by the wind and snow. Or perhaps his own true essence shielded his body, making the raging wind and snow unable to invade or harm him.
Song Gudú's face was utterly calm. Nothing in this world was worth moving him.
Song Tao, however, wore an expression of shock. Pointing at Li Mu Yang, who had turned himself into a ball, he asked, "Grandfather, what is he doing?"
"Everyone has their own destined opportunities. When a person's fate arrives, the flower they have been waiting for blooms." Song Gudú remained calm as he watched the plum blossoms in the courtyard. "I never expected that the flower I was waiting for would still be unopened, while this boy would get there first. A single word of guidance, and he was able to gain such insight. His talent is astonishing."
"Then I..." Song Tao looked toward the huge white snowman, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes.
"Wait until he plucks the flower," Song Gudú said.
"Yes, Grandfather." Song Tao agreed with a smile, once again taking on the bearing of a graceful young gentleman as he stood quietly nearby and waited.
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