The lake had yet to freeze over in the early winter, and only a faint white mist drifted across its surface. At a glance, the water seemed mysterious and dreamlike, as though veiled in gauze.
Countless sharp streams of Sword Qi rode the biting wind through the void, slashing straight toward Wang Xian and Ji Yaoguang from behind... only to be blocked entirely by the light refracted off the snowy lake!
In Ji Yaoguang's eyes, even if an army of thousands pursued them from behind, they could not take another step forward now.
As if caught in a secret realm, she had stepped into yet another world.
She turned and looked back...
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
Behind them, snow and mist stretched as far as the eye could see. Dense sword marks had appeared in the void, as if the two of them had been slashed countless times while passing through it!
Snowflakes drifted down, melting and then congealing between her fingers.
She waved her hand, and the frost on her fingertips became a cloud of mist that spread forward. Gradually, it smoothed over the horrifying sword marks until they disappeared from view.
At last, after fleeing for their lives all this way, Ji Yaoguang let out a long breath and murmured:
"We... seem to be safe for now."
Wang Xian answered with a quiet sound. He lightly touched a slowly falling snowflake with his fingertip, as though feeling for an invisible talisman in the air.
The way of talismans was formless, so he used his finger as a brush and outlined a flower in the void.
Ye Honglian had not followed them.
Wang Xian fell silent, turning the matter over in his mind. He and Ji Yaoguang had likely stumbled into a profound formation.
Since no danger had emerged