Dawn was breaking, but the wind and snow had not let up.
Amid the bleak, freezing wind, a young master in brocade and sable robes headed through the snow toward Cloudreach Mountain with a servant. The servant carried an unconscious man trussed up tightly.
The path of immortality was lofty and remote. Ordinary mortals who entered the mountains could not even find the Cloudreach Sect.
But this young master was clearly no mortal. His eyes pierced through illusions, finding the entrance to the Cloudreach Sect amid the drifting clouds and mist. Deep within the rolling mountains, he could faintly see the summit of the main peak shrouded in clouds. That must have been where Qiu Wuji was.
A trace of eagerness flashed through his eyes.
If he could get close to Qiu Wuji...
That had to be the dream of every male in this world, apart from idiots like Yan Qianlie who had no interest in women whatsoever.
This maneuver was only an experiment. Even he did not think it would guarantee him an audience with Qiu Wuji. Still, there was no harm in trying. Meeting her would be ideal, but even if he could not, he would at least have established a "friendly connection." Qiu Wuji would hear about this, at the very least, and he could find opportunities to advance step by step later.
For this, he had behaved so cautiously and respectfully. He had not even flown, instead walking slowly all the way up the mountain. That amply demonstrated his humility and sincerity.
As he was thinking this, brilliant color suddenly appeared on the snow-covered mountain path ahead.
A stunning beauty in crisp, practical swordswoman's attire stood at the edge of the cliff, her hands behind her back.
She wore neither brightly colored clothes nor ornamental hairpins,