Run, my dear nephew!

The fresh snow at the alley mouth had not yet buried the six tracks leading onward. Yuexian and Li Qiu followed Li Xinnian away. Neither cared what Li Xinnian was going to do. One had borne the Li Family's brand from the birth of both body and soul; the other had come from the dawn of heaven and earth, seeking the finest memories of that primordial age.

The Mortal World Immortal stood dazed inside for a long while. How could she not have noticed that Li Xinnian had returned alone? She simply could not fathom the Li Family's intentions, so, in her usual witty yet rational fashion, she had laid all her strategies before him. As she had said, the Blue Ancestor's fall marked the Azure Cloud Li Family's greatest hour of peril. Against a force so vast and ancient, they could only use every means available to gain an advantage through cunning.

"With a fortune that big, why gamble your lives?"

The Mortal World Immortal gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, hesitating over whether to follow.

Over the long years, she had twice experienced the journey from decline to revival, yet she had never joined any faction—not even the Immortal Court at its height. Her experiences made her an aberration among immortals, an exceedingly rare one at that. And she knew that, in her present circumstances, she had essentially joined the Southern Immortal Division's camp.

She gazed at the wind and snow filling the alley, the Dao resonance spreading across the city through the cloudy sky, and the dozens of new Dao gates opening above. Having lived through the ages, she knew full well that this was the Blue Ancestor's sorrow, and the triumphant song of the world's cultivators. It inevitably reminded her of the day the Blue