Qi Lie sat atop Golden Turtle Peak. Today, after being driven out of the back mountain by his master, he settled here, alone, silently watching the snowscape.
He saw the figure in black, walking on foot through the snow beneath the mountain.
For a moment, Qi Lie felt dazed.
For some reason,
he always mistook Xie Zhen for his late brother Xuanyi.
From a distance, it really looked like him.
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Big Senior Brother Zhou Zhiren stood at the gate of Xiao Chong Mountain. Draped in a grey robe, holding a broom, he swept the endless snow dust all alone. The snowstorm had been too fierce these past few days, and the menial workers of Xiao Chong Mountain were resting in their residences; they planned to get busy once the snow stopped... But he alone had no rest.
Big Senior Brother stood on the other side of the swirling snowstorm.
From far away, he saw that melancholy, lonely figure of the black-robed youth.
