As they talked, attendants on either side announced the arrival of guests. The tent flap opened, and several people entered. Song Qingshu smiled; they were all old acquaintances. The first was tall and thin, his face bloodless and his body like a stiff corpse. He was naturally Xiaoxiangzi.
The second was exceptionally short and dark, Nimoxing, a master from India. The third had a high nose, deep-set eyes, curly hair, and a yellow beard. Though clearly a foreigner, he wore Han clothing, with pearls hanging around his neck and jade bracelets on his wrists, glittering with wealth. He was naturally Yin Kexi.
Three more people entered behind them. The first was tall and powerfully built, with half-black, half-white hair and beard. An inexplicable air of authority rested between his brows. Kublai Khan then introduced him as Bai Zizai, the Snow Mountain Sect's leader, known as Mister Virtuous Might.
Song Qingshu recalled encountering Snow Mountain Sect assassins in the Jingzhou City prison years ago. From them, he had learned that the Snow Mountain Sect had submitted to Kublai Khan. This was his first time meeting their leader. So this is that old man whose arrogance had driven him mad? Judging by his breathing and footwork, his Internal Energy was quite formidable. But why was his Internal Energy so different from that of the other Snow Mountain Sect members?
During his previous trip to Lingjiu Palace, he had dealt with people from the Snow Mountain Sect as well. Those disciples' swordsmanship had been decent enough, but their internal strength was nowhere close to Bai Zizai's.
Axiu's lovely figure surfaced in his mind. That shy, bashful young girl had left quite a favorable impression on him. Unfortunately, she did not seem to have come with Bai Zizai this time.
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