It had nothing to do with grudges or anything else.
It was just that they were from different camps, different standpoints, and different wills.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Xia Ji was already thirty-six years old in the mortal world.
There was still a year left before the agreement with the Wu family.
It was another snowy season, and the snow had drifted to the new year.
After the new year, a disciple finally came to bid farewell.
Now, the disciples were divided into senior and junior disciples according to their rankings.
According to the ranking, Wind-on-Snow was the eldest senior brother, and the disciple who bid farewell was called Yu Long, ranked fifty-sixth.
He was born handsome and upright, with a talented appearance. His personality was also humble and polite. After putting on rich clothes, he looked like a handsome young master in a chaotic world. He could be considered a normal person.
