A Visit to a Legend at Snow Lake, Black and White Command Ten Thousand Armies

Half a year later, Snowveil Realm.

An endless expanse of snow swallowed the outlines of mountains and rivers, leaving heaven and earth as nothing but pure white emptiness.

A fierce crimson streak tore through the deathly stillness.

The light landed and condensed into a burly humanoid figure over two meters tall.

After surveying his surroundings, Lian Shang summoned the map interface.

Fine star-point coordinates moved across the map projection before settling into place.

After confirming the direction, Gāng Qì burst beneath Lian Shang's feet. He shot into the air, becoming a long streak of light that pierced the snowy sky and sped toward the coordinates. Wind and snow streamed backward through the heavens, while the pale landscape filled his vision.

A moment later, the streak of light converged.

At the edge of his sight, a snow lake shrouded in white mist lay silently in the middle of the snowfield.

A thin layer of snow covered the water, and mist drifted over the lake.

At the center of the lake, a lone boat bobbed gently. A young man sat upon it.

He appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen, his eyes closed, dressed simply in a clean blue robe. His black hair draped over his shoulders, and his expression was calm and leisurely.

The young man's aura was restrained, like the most ordinary gust of frosty wind amid the vast snowy scenery. His entire figure seemed to blend into his surroundings.

Lian Shang hovered in the air, his gaze falling upon the young man before all the sharpness around him subsided.

He abruptly descended. After bleeding off his momentum in midair, he lightly tapped the deck with his toes and landed.

The wooden boat swayed slightly before settling once more.

Lian Shang lowered his eyes to gaze at the young man