The newcomer looked up at the sea of clouds blazing with rosy light and said, "If one day, people could no longer see scenes like these, would you regret setting foot on this snowy mountain?"
Just then, three bells suddenly rang from the Sword Sect's Twelve Towers.
Rather than a warning, the three peals of the bell were more like the Sword Sect's elders finally announcing to everyone: Wang Xian had arrived.
The snowflakes falling from the sky seemed to gain another layer of radiance, becoming as thin as cicada wings.
Eight years had passed in the blink of an eye. The youth who had once been tricked had finally come.
But was the person who had returned still that same youth?
Wang Xian tilted his ear to listen. In the newcomer's eyes, however, the young man before her had finally revealed a solemn expression.
Had Tang Shisan been here, she would have sneered.
She would only have said, "That fellow looked exactly like this back then."
Setting foot on the snowy mountain once more, Wang Xian knew that some very interesting people were surely waiting for him.
But he had not expected a woman to come.
He could not help giving a faint smile.
He cupped his hands toward the newcomer and said, "Whether it's the South Sea or the East Sea, I don't really like either of them... It's only because, the last time, I was nearly tricked by a woman into falling from a sea vessel and almost ended up buried in the depths."
The newcomer burst out laughing. "Only a ghost would believe you. I'd rather say you were skimming your wings across the sea, trying to fly into the heavens and shatter the void."
"No!"
Wang Xian turned around and gazed at the endless sea