Winter snow whirled gently. Lofty mountains and green ridges appeared exquisite to the eye.
Su Bei, accompanied by Xiao Ruoching, navigated through the eerily deep mountain paths.
Xiao Ruoching's eyes betrayed a certain complexity as she observed her Master, who kept scanning his surroundings, searching for a cliff that met his expectations.
Suddenly!
Thick, tumultuous dark clouds, black as ink, rolled toward them. Soon after, a terrifyingly violent surge of Spiritual Energy pulsed from afar.
Su Bei furrowed his brows at the scene before him, then turned to Xiao Ruoching and said indifferently, "Disciple, do you recall what your teacher said when I first accepted you as my apprentice?"
