Once Zhao Layue flew her sword out of the Green Mountain Grand Array, she could see fiery red trees on the ground below.
The farther north she went, the richer the colors of the land became, the forests dyed in every hue.
Yet farther north still, the colors gradually grew monotonous again, and the scenery became increasingly desolate.
The autumn deepened with it.
When she reached the edge of the Snowfield, White City had become a white city, covered in snow.
She did not land in the city, but went instead to the courtyards at the edge of the Snowfield.
Over a hundred years ago, the Snow Nation Queen had become pregnant, throwing the Snowfield into chaos. Many young cultivators participating in the Plum Gathering had become trapped there, including Bai Zao and Jing Jiu.
Powerful cultivators from the various sects had come to help and built many courtyards here overnight. Afterward, those courtyards had remained, right up to the present.
These courtyards were repaired at regular intervals, so they did not look dilapidated. Plum blossoms and green pines could occasionally be seen amid the snow, a scene of pure, delicate beauty.
Zhao Layue landed in a courtyard. He Zhan came out to greet her, looking at her with a faint smile.
A hundred years had passed since they last met, and these once-young geniuses had all grown into truly powerful cultivators.
Zhao Layue had entered the Sea-Breaking Upper Realm. After a hundred years of bitter fighting in the Snowfield, He Zhan, who practiced the cultivation methods of both sacred grounds, Water-Moon Convent and Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, was actually not much behind her.
The sound of bowls and chopsticks breaking suddenly came from the kitchen behind the courtyard. Zhao Layue's expression shifted slightly, and she glanced at He Zhan.
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