He reached out and watched the snowflakes land in his palm. But when he looked up, he saw Wuyue appear in midair.
Gazing at the snow swirling across the sky, he exclaimed, "It's really snowing!"
Having entered the Demon Realm, he had lost all sense of the seasons. Now, a heavy snowfall had arrived unannounced.
Wang Xian didn't think the snowfall made anything especially different. Instead, now that he could finally fly on his sword through the air, he felt a little more confident about the secret realm he was about to reach.
He watched Wuyue emerge from the space inside his bracelet, and watched the woman beside him reach out just like he did, playing with the falling snowflakes. Tilting his head back, Wang Xian murmured, "It's snowing... I can fly on my sword now!"
Wuyue froze.
She had never seen Wang Xian this happy. To her, a snowfall naturally meant more than Wang Xian's newfound ability to fly on his sword.
Watching the boy act so childishly, she couldn't help grumbling that flying less than a hundred yards through the air was hardly anything to get excited about.
And so Wuyue floated through the air while Wang Xian walked through the wind and snow.
Wuyue's graceful figure drifted through the sky, her long black hair veiling her face.
Wang Xian let the snow fall on him. Dressed in a simple black robe, he held the purple-gold gourd in his hand, seeming to blend into the snowy world around him.
After winding along the road for some time, he finally reached the foot of a cliff as night began to fall.
Wang Xian went into a cave and lit a fire.
As he melted snow to make tea, he chatted with Wuyue about the secret realm that was about