Snow framed the upturned eaves, and a beauty leaned against the railing, quiet and lovely.
For the first time.
Ling An saw another side of Changli, that unfathomable strategist.
Indeed, everyone was like this.
Whether an unremarkable ordinary person or a seemingly inscrutable strategist or politician, everyone had a tender place in their heart.
But that did not mean she was not strong.
For the strong, all their might existed to protect the tenderness within.
Even Ling An, who considered himself no weaker than anyone he had met so far, did not dare claim his heart held no "tenderness."
Of course, Tide Sis might have to be excluded first.
After all, even now, Ling An still could not fathom her strength.
She was a truly unique existence. No wonder Jinzhou, the Fractsidus, and the Black Shores all wanted to win her over.
Yet here before him, the usually inscrutable Changli leaned silently against the Pavilion's railing. Amid Mt. Firmament's bleak, cold winds, she had something of the loneliness of a solitary angler fishing a snowy river.
At this moment, her thoughts had long since drifted beyond her heart, scattering and mingling with the biting wind.
Ling An understood her.
The Mirage Realm was a game devised by the Perfected Mystic.
It was intended both to play one final game with Tide Sis and to eliminate Mt. Firmament's last Time Stream crisis in the process.
Of course, it was also a test left for his disciple, Changli.
It was a plan that killed three birds with one stone.
Those skilled at games of strategy often achieved something in political maneuvering as well.
Only by inheriting the Perfected Mystic's mantle in this field had Changli attained such standing in Huanglong and Mingting.
And now, after leaving the Mirage Realm.
Changli had finally