Willow Branches Sprout New Green, The Old Embankment Pillow Returns After How Many Years

The Treasure Vase was covered in intricate lacquer patterns, as though they depicted the ultimate truths of the cosmos. Xuanxiao's graceful figure was beauty incarnate.

Several slender willow twigs stood in the vase, nurtured to a fresh, gleaming green. Misty moisture clung to them, their emerald color seeming ready to drip.

In this battle at the bottom of the Qiantang River, cut off from all outside eyes, Wen Zhong, the Grand Patriarch of Yue, was clearly at a disadvantage. He had abdicated a year ago. Though his political legacy had endured, his great power could not return; the power of the Official Path had already dissipated considerably, and he was now seeking to stabilize his Dao...

Simply put, the Grand Patriarch of Yue was no longer at his peak in individual combat strength this year.

True, he possessed the perspective of a top-tier True Person, but his opponent bore the knowledge of a great shaman of Chu!

The reason this battle had remained utterly silent was that both combatants deliberately kept their movements contained.

Xuanxiao did not wish to publicly kill Yue's Grand Patriarch, a man of immense prestige. Wen Zhong did not wish for his people to see their supposedly wise and divinely martial Grand Patriarch so easily killed by a Chu man—like slaughtering a dog!

This should have been a lost story, buried beneath the dust of time.

Yet at the very moment Ren Qiuli appeared, Xuanxiao shifted her gaze away.

Ren Qiuli was a traveler through time and space drowning in the river of years. Her mind sank along with her gaze, plunging into Xuanxiao's eyes, into that endless star river of information.

A torrent of complex information crashed over her in an instant, snapping the strings of her thoughts one by one, nearly bursting her mind