The Ten Cold Ancient Land grew colder and colder. The soldiers of the Seventh Cold City enforced strict discipline, and this was a road of death in the truest sense. An oppressive gloom hung over the entire procession, the shadows in everyone's hearts darker than the sky blanketed with storm clouds.
Fang Yun's explanation of death and hope slowly spread through the Human Race procession. Soon, everyone knew about the conversation between the two men surnamed Fang.
As they pondered those words, many suddenly felt that the sky seemed brighter. The white snow no longer symbolized cold, but had become an ordinary part of the scenery.
Hope!
Many smiled as they thought it over.
Countless people gazed at the figure in blue patrolling the procession, their eyes resting on his shoulders.
An elderly Academy Student murmured, "I'm old. I no longer expect to return to the Frost City alive, and the burden on your shoulders is already far, far too heavy. I don't want to add the weight of my life to it. You needn't shoulder the hopes of seven hundred thousand people. As long as you live, that is my greatest hope."
The nearby scholars were filled with solemn respect.
"Old Master Lu is right! Void Sage Fang carries our hopes, yet the strength we can truly offer him is next to nothing. Still, we will support him in our hearts and through our actions! I'm only a Licentiate, and there's little I can do, but I can establish an ancestral precept so that generation after generation of my descendants remembers one thing: Void Sage Fang saved their lives! In this world, they may turn against anyone, but never Void Sage Fang!"
"I just worked it out myself. This isn't a question of life and death, but of the