Spirit Mountain
Mist Snow Peak
Clang, clang!
Xiao Yu was practicing his swordsmanship alone.
A moment later, his body stiffened slightly, and his gaze flickered.
Over the past few days, he had kept feeling an inexplicable gaze watching him from the shadows.
Whenever he turned to look, that gaze immediately vanished.
He lowered his eyes.
Who could have so easily breached the barriers and traps his master and martial uncle had set up and slipped into Spirit Mountain?
What did he want, watching him like this?
Did he want to gouge out his spirit bone, or seize his body?
Xiao Qi'an.
Stay calm.
His master had said that no matter how powerful an enemy was, he must never readily show fear.
He composed himself, returning to his usual cool, aloof demeanor that kept strangers at a distance.
Then he continued practicing.
Snowflakes swirled around him. With a slight movement of the young man's fingers, the sword in his hand darted like a dragon playing in water, stirring his hair ribbon and robes into a flutter. He stood alone, peerless.
Tan Tai Heng's gaze shifted slightly, lingering for a few more moments despite himself.
He couldn't help thinking.
The snow must be falling too heavily. That's why it has dazzled my eyes.
I've been staring at a young man for so long, yet I still can't bear to look away.
"Master, why do you keep staring at that person?"
Little Seven followed behind him, looking puzzled.
At last, it couldn't resist asking, "Is it because he's white all over and looks tastier?"
Tan Tai Heng stiffened for a moment, his breath catching slightly.
He silently glanced sideways at it.
His lips parted as he corrected it. "I'm looking at the snow."
"Oh..."
Little Seven narrowed its eyes, unconvinced.
Its master looked