The clouds screened out the wind and snow. All was quiet, even the cries of battle shut away.
The Crane-Cloaked True Person stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the scattered figures on the ground as they collided like ants.
His expression was placid, yet it seemed a mere lift of his brow could stir the surrounding Sea of Clouds and transform the skies.
His clasped hands opened and closed several times, but in the end, he did not make a move.
After a long while, he turned without a word and returned to the top of the Heavenly Pass.
The view was better here. Wind and snow dissipated of their own accord as they approached, unable to advance another half step.
In this rare haven of peace, several sets of tables and chairs had been laid out. A small stove stood in the center, charcoal burning beneath it as wine warmed and tea bubbled.
Three True Persons sat around it, with a man in ceremonial robes seated in their midst: Prince Jing, Lu Xinghuai.
Seeing Xuan Yi appear, he promptly raised his cup in invitation:
"Fellow Daoist Lin, you've come at just the right moment. I've just warmed the [Yuege Wine]. It carries metal qi and has quite a sharp bite, perfect for all this wind and snow. Come, sit down and have a cup."
Lin Xiuyi took his seat without a word before declining:
"Thank you for your kindness, Prince Jing, but I'm not much of a drinker. I'll pass."
"No matter."
Lu Xinghuai showed no displeasure at the refusal. Instead, he offered some spirit tea and said:
"If you don't wish to drink wine, have a cup of tea instead."
"Brother Lu."
Dongmen Wan Jing frowned and set down his wine cup, interrupting:
"Over