As Jing Jiu woke up, heaven and earth seemed to have woken up in the as well.
Similar happenings had occurred several times before; but it was a bit peculiar this time.
Those in the highest state in Chaotian were fully aware that this was his last deep sleep and last wake-up.
Next, he would either die at the sword of Jian Xilai or depart.
A spiritual awareness came out from the deep part of the snowland, swept over White Town, courtyards and barricades and finally disappeared into the small temple in front of the reddish mountain.
"Why are you so happy when he wakes up?"
The Young Zen Master mumbled while crawling out from the underneath of the table after he was certain that the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom was not paying close attention to this place.
He stepped over the high doorsill and looked at Dayuan City in the south; he was unaware that his face was full of relieved expression.
