Frostreturn Peak.
Pines and cypresses stood tall and stately, verdant greenery covering the mountain.
The daylight atop the peak was especially bright, blazing down upon it. The frost and dew that had once lingered endlessly at the summit had vanished, becoming a clear pool. An azure stone stele stood before it, its inscription carved by a sword: [Fortunate Encounter].
A man stood beside the pool washing his sword. His features were composed, with a hint of wildness hidden within, and his physique was agile and powerful as an ancient ape's. His black robe of scarlet silk gleamed in the daylight.
The Dharma Sword, red as ruby, was scorching hot. As soon as it entered the clear pool, billows of white vapor rose. Reforged by True Person Radiant Refinement of the Eastern Sea, the sword had become even more wondrous.
Liu Xiaowen raised the sword in one hand and studied the face reflected in it, finding it somewhat unfamiliar. Suddenly, he sheathed the sword and turned his gaze toward a path screened by green grass.
A man in blue stepped out, wearing the Silver-White Longsword at his side. His presence was keen and fierce, like a sword in its sheath.
"Senior brother."
Liu Xingfang looked at him and felt as though heavenly fire had descended into the mortal world, its radiance concealed within. His cultivation had already reached the perfection of the first stage of Foundation Establishment, making him quite extraordinary.
"Your swordsmanship has improved again, Xing Fang. You're far stronger than I am in that regard."
A little more warmth entered Liu Xiaowen's smile. The two walked to a pavilion beside the pool, took their seats, and began brewing tea.
"The scenery on Frostreturn Peak has changed quite a bit. It really isn't what it used to be."
Liu Xingfang