Had the diary recorded things incorrectly, or was the problem with Guan Qinghan herself?
He had talked for a long time and gained nothing, but a seed had already been planted in his heart, a seed of suspicion. One day, that seed would take root and sprout.
Outside the Demon Venerable Pavilion, Guan Qinghan had just stepped out.
Clang!
A sword rang out, crisp and clear.
The entire world seemed to freeze.
Everything seemed to have been frozen solid.
The wind fell silent, and the insects stopped chirping.
Between heaven and earth, only that ringing sword could be heard.
Then a terrifying stream of Sword Qi surged toward her like a clear spring.
It filled her vision, as though nothing in the world existed except that sword.
Guan Qinghan was dazed for a moment, then reacted the next instant. Her pupils abruptly contracted, waves of killing intent radiating from them like pale snow.
Then she swept her hand fiercely.
Her sleeve shook.
Endless snow surged out, forming a dragon, a dragon condensed from snow.
The moment it appeared, it radiated a terrifying aura and charged straight at that stream of Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi was sharp; the snow dragon was icy.
Finally...
With a boom, the Sword Qi and snow dragon collided.
The snow filling the sky shattered, and the Sword Qi dissipated in an instant, vanishing between heaven and earth as though it had never appeared.
Amid the vast snowfall, Guan Qinghan frowned and looked ahead with her snow-white eyes, seeing only a cold, aloof figure.
His green robes fluttered, his eyes filled with icy coldness as he stared at her, the sword in his hand already put away.
At that moment, Guan Qinghan froze briefly, then immediately recognized him.
Wasn't this the Demon Venerable's First Disciple?