Several days later, beneath a cliff, snowflakes flew through the air. The towering coniferous spirit trees all around were laden with snow, while black eagles or other spirit birds occasionally flew across the sky.
From time to time, a few spirit beasts flashed lightly across the snowfield.
Several figures were scattered around the snowfield.
One of them was a young cultivator with shoulder-length white hair, casually tied behind his head with a black band. He wore a blue robe and was none other than Lu Xiaotian.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian stood atop a huge boulder on the cliff, his hands clasped behind his back and his body utterly motionless. Despite the bitter mountain wind, his body seemed even sturdier than the rock beneath him, never shifting in the slightest. His slightly narrowed eyes gazed into the distance, taking in the rolling mountains nearby, the snow-covered ridges rising and falling without end, and the mist winding between the mountainsides. He was simply savoring the grandeur and majesty of everything beneath heaven and earth.
Not far below the cliff stood another cultivator. His arms were noticeably longer than those of ordinary people, hanging nearly to his knees. He was Yuan Gang, who, like Xu Wan, had parted from Lu Xiaotian at Moon Hidden Mountain Villa decades ago.
Yuan Gang occasionally glanced up at the cliff as well, at the silver-haired young man standing against the wind. When he had first seen him at Woundless Lake, Lu Xiaotian had appeared rather down-and-out. Though he had possessed some unusual qualities, Yuan Gang had never taken him to heart. Later, after Lu Xiaotian left Moon Hidden Mountain Villa, he had been astonished when Lu Xiaotian broke through the villa's protective restrictions and killed Hu Qin. However, the fluctuations of Lu Xiaotian's magical power when