The world within the fourth painting.
Whooooosh. A cold wind howled through as snow drifted through the skies. This was a world of ice and snow.
Ji Ning appeared out of nowhere. He swept the area with his gaze, then began to walk towards a distant thatched hut. A white-haired, grim-looking man was seated in the lotus position within the thatched hut. In front of him was a flagon of wine that was surrounded by flames. Also on the table, next to the wine, was an ordinary sword.
"Mm?" Ning looked at the white-haired man.
"What, has Daolord Flylead gained yet another disciple in his Snowsword Sect?" The white-haired man looked at Ning.
"Daolord Flylead? I don't know him." Ning shook his head.
