It was as if time had stopped at that moment.
Scattered starlight was afloat like fragmented snowflakes suspended in the night sky before the Mausoleum of Books.
Xun Mei and Han Qing silently stared at each other.
A snowflake fell from the edge of the pavilion’s roof and landed on Han Qing’s armor. It quickly melted and turned into vapor shortly thereafter.
Time began to flow once again.
Gou Hanshi’s expression changed slightly, and he did not hesitate to release Chen Changsheng’s hand. He grabbed the handle of the Iron Ruler Sword on Qi Jian’s waist and pulled it out as quick as lightning.
Chen Changsheng’s reaction was also extremely fast. With a clatter, he pulled out the Wenshui sword on Tang Thirty-Six’s waist at his side.
The two swords pierced through the small snowflakes in front of them.
With a huge bang, the front of the Divine Path rumbled.
