At Last, the Young Man-His Person and Bearing Far Outshone His Handwriting. Saving the Women Alone.

That night, the moon shone bright and fair, while the north wind cut to the bone. Zhao Chunxia, Luo Feiyan, and Lin Aoshang all found sleep elusive. Zhao Chunxia paced back and forth, then reached the black-iron bars and looked down.

The two mountains pressed in around the gorge, yet the passage between them was broad, thick with grass and trees. Zhao Chunxia's cave chamber stood more than twenty zhang above the ground, already lofty indeed. Cold snow blew through the gaps in the bars and into the stone cave. She wore only thin clothes and felt the bitter cold, but her heart was tied elsewhere, leaving her no mind to care.

From this cave chamber, she could take in everything happening below, and her view was excellent. If a fight truly broke out tomorrow, she would be able to see every detail clearly. Looking down, she saw the broad ground blanketed by accumulated snow.

Zhao Chunxia thought, That Zheng Dechun is He Wentian's vicious dog. He is fiercely loyal, yet truly not weak. Since I was captured and brought here, I have never once seen him slacken or let down his guard. This man is seasoned, vicious, and treacherous—not someone to be trifled with. Li Xian... Li Xian... Though I have never met him, I have seen his handwriting. He must be a dashing young man. But facing Zheng Dechun in battle, his chances are grim indeed!

Unable to sleep through the night, she only felt the long darkness stretch endlessly on, her heart suffering torment. Yet beneath it lay a trace of curiosity. Tomorrow, she would learn what sort of appearance and abilities "Li Xian" possessed. But whenever she thought more deeply, she feared that their first meeting tomorrow might also leave them separated forever, one in heaven