Chaos

At his words, Hu Keke's face turned deathly pale.

His eyes held a lingering trace of disappointment and shock. He hadn't known the Imperial Palace's guards were so vigilant, so relentless in their pursuit—every one of them wanted him dead.

Wang Xian could only let out a soft sigh.

There was no way he could teach Hu Keke Treading Snow Without a Trace in so short a time, much less this One Sword in the Wind.

All he could do was force-feed Hu Keke a few principles for now.

In the years to come, Sa Tongtian could explain them to the young emperor at his own pace.

As for whether Hu Keke would remember any of today's words by then, Wang Xian couldn't do anything about that.

After all, he wasn't an immortal.

They continued onward, the palace walls growing ever more distant.

At last, they reached the shore of a great lake, much like Moon Lake. Unlike Jinling City's Misty Rain Lake, however, this snowy lake had not frozen over, despite the heavy snowfall.

Hu Keke breathed out a cloud of white mist and gazed across the vast snowy lake, his expression grave.

He murmured, "More than three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and they still haven't given up."

Sa Tongtian sighed. "They don't know whether I'm alive or dead, so naturally they're afraid you might suddenly show up in the imperial city, young master."

Wang Xian didn't look at the lake. He silently watched everything around them.

While the other two were still talking, he suddenly said, "Someone's coming..."

Sure enough, one, then two... more than a dozen figures in black cloaks appeared amid the wind and snow, heading toward the three of them.

Hu Keke was furious. "These people really won't stop until