"What did mother do then?" Chi Cheng questioned, listening attentively to Han Xuelian's tale. "You didn't try to stop her?"
"Have you met your mother?" Feng Renxing chortled, sighing. "My beloved Ah-Yu never listens to a word and always rushes off like a wild current that does not stop. Eventually, Han Xuelian caught up to her while she was still travelling through the Frost Forest. The two of them bickered, drew their blades and fought until they were exhausted."
Chi Cheng was amused by the uncanny friendship between Han Xuelian and Chi Yulan. In all his years, he would never have imagined that his mother who was the very epitome of the unruly nature of blood was linked in friendship to the egoistical Grandmaster of Ice.
That was a tale he wanted to hear another time.
