He turned around. Ye Qinghong kept his eyes straight ahead, his expression as icy as ever, and said coolly,
"Please don't blame me, Master. This is how an ordinary master and disciple behave."
"..."
Fang Yang made no reply and continued forward through the wind and snow.
Before long, Ye Qinghong's fingers began gently curling against his palm.
He remained silent, merely looking at his eldest disciple.
Ye Qinghong spoke with complete conviction.
"Don't be alarmed, Master. This really is how masters and disciples behave."
"..."
After that, Ye Qinghong seemed to have discovered a very entertaining game.
His slender, icy fingers kept curling against Fang Yang's palm.
At last, Fang Yang could bear it no longer and turned to look at his eldest disciple.
"In this vast world, what master and disciple would ever behave like this?"
"'The Divine Cat Couple'!"
Ye Qinghong answered with utter seriousness.
Fang Yang instantly froze in place, beginning to regret telling Ye Qinghong that story.
Much later, at the center of the snowfield, before the Illusory Moon Tower.
The people of the Demonic Path had gathered here. The snowfield was so vast, and the Illusory Moon Grand Array so unpredictable and dangerous, that fewer than half had reached this place alive.
And most of them belonged to major sects.
The Illusory Moon Tower was extraordinarily tall and purple throughout. Despite having only three stories, it stood over a hundred feet high amid the wind and snow.
Majestic, immense, dreamlike.
Endless curtains of snow enveloped it.
A hazy aura constantly surrounded it, and the closer one came, the more easily one fell under its influence.
They had barely reached the Illusory Moon Tower when a dozen or so people fell completely under its influence and lost themselves.
Although the others retreated far away,