The wind and snow swelled into a sea, with the moon's reflection like a boat.
Above the endless expanse of silvery white land, two streaks of sword light darted along, swiftly arriving in front of a snowy mountain.
The sword light gradually dissipated, revealing the figures of two people.
It was Xu Yuan and Liu Ruoxue.
Inside the Sword Sect, spring had already arrived, yet outside, it was still the depths of winter.
"The only person who survived that year is here?"
Liu Ruoxue glanced at him sideways.
"Of course, this is the place I found guided by the fairy bloodline."
Xu Yuan, with an unchanged expression, reached out his hand, "Give me your hand."
Liu Ruoxue looked at the young man who had shed his disguise and restored his originally handsome appearance, and after a moment of hesitation, she still passed her hand over.
She was already a Core Formation cultivator, confident she had nothing to fear from whatever tricks he might play.
