The white clouds stretched for thousands of miles, and the green mountains filled the view.
A lone boat sped through the wind, with a man in blue standing proudly at the bow, holding a longsword, his robes fluttering.
His posture was elegant and straight, like refined bamboo, and the aura around him was stable and weighty, resembling a sharp but not overly aggressive sword, perfectly balancing restraint and release.
"Young Master, please sit down and rest for a while, it's terribly cold."
The old servant Luo Tingzong sat at the back with his hands tucked in, sniffling. As they approached the Heavenly Intergence Sect, his young master insisted on removing the protective shield, saying the wind added to his aura.
Aura? We're almost freezing to death.
Sniff~
Xie Jingshan sniffled, his entire face numb from the cold. A flash of firelight from the Huo Dou Sword instantly warmed him throughout.
