South County.
Sword Pavilion, Zhongnan Mountain.
The tall Zhongnan Mountain was like a long sharp sword soaring into the clouds. At the peak, there was a big field, on which a giant bluestone sat.
The snow continued falling from the sky. The entire Zhongnan Mountain looked like an unsheathed white blade.
Ximen Xianzhi opened his eyes.
He found himself covered with a lot of snow.
He shook his body, and Spirit Qi flowed out of his Qi Core and flew through his meridians. Then all of the snowflakes on him were sent away.
A sword was stuck to the snow ground, shining coldly.
Ximen Xianzhi got to his feet. He harnessed his Qi and blood to warm his frozen body a little bit.
He grasped his sword.
And he was lost in thoughts.
"Immortal encounter…"
Holding the sword, he felt a warm current flowing in his mind.
A white light ball floated in his mind.
