The soft voice still gave no reply, but startled by that gloomy voice, the trace of purity and remembrance that had inadvertently surfaced in its eyes quietly vanished.
Lu Feng had never expected that the Red Furnace Snowfall he had unleashed on instinct had been deliberately lured out by the head-shaped figure.
At this moment, he was still quietly sighing to himself, his heart filled with remembrance.
The last time he had used this Sword Move had been more than four years ago, within the Snow Region.
Back then, this Red Furnace Snowfall had not yet been given an official name.
It was only after he had used it to slaughter more than a dozen snow bandits that his sworn younger brother, Lan Tianyiqi, saw the bandits sprawled across the snowy ground, each with nothing more than a snowflake-sized puncture wound upon their bodies, blood gushing out and staining the white snow red. Moved by the sight, he had named it Red Furnace Snowfall.
Lu Feng still remembered how his sworn younger brother, wearing that adorably childish face, had been brimming with words.
He had said, "The sight of those bandits' blood falling onto the white snow and swiftly melting into it is just like snowflakes falling upon a blazing furnace. They stand in stark opposition, yet possess a beauty born of the same melody."
After Lu Feng used Red Furnace Snowfall, a technique derived from thrusting sword techniques, to instantly blast apart layer upon layer of Yellow Sand Phantoms, he saw that the strange head behind him had not produced any new tricks and could not help secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
Out of habit, he put away the Windflower Soft Sword. Just as he was about to move closer to Jiang Ruoyun and leave this place of