Li Bufan did not get up until the sun was high in the sky.
He rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and muttered, "What happened? How did I fall asleep? I haven't done any hard work these past few days."
He stood and stretched. His joints cracked and popped.
Never mind. He had things to do today. He had promised his brothers that once he established his peak, he would arrange for all of them to move there.
Now that he had chosen the peak, it was time to tell them.
At the same time, a graceful figure surfaced in his mind.
"It's time to visit Ice Peak again. Perhaps I can ask its disciples for news of her."
He washed up, changed his clothes, and headed for Ice Peak.
When Li Bufan arrived, the disciples guarding Ice Peak recognized him.
The white-robed women had been standing at the entrance with swords in hand. At the sight of him, their eyes lit up.
One pretty woman sheathed her sword and hurried forward. "Senior Brother Li, are you here to see Senior Brother Yang and Senior Brother Lin? The paths on Shaoyang Peak are complicated, and outsiders can easily get lost. Let me take you there." Her gaze lingered on Li Bufan, her eyes full of admiration.
"Yes. Sorry for the trouble, junior sister," Li Bufan said. "I can go up on my own. No need to trouble you."
The woman only smiled. "It's no trouble at all. You don't come by often, senior brother. Let me take you." She reached for Li Bufan's arm with an easy familiarity, as though they had known each other for years.
After the Nine Peaks Martial Meet, Li Bufan's reputation in Songhe Gate had blazed like the midday sun. Not only was he formidable,