The Xuanyuan Dao Sect, before the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
Dressed in a simple white gown, Lin Qianyan arrived aboard a light skiff.
The cold wind and snow whipped past her cascading black hair but could do nothing to scatter the persistent sorrow knit between her brows.
'This is where I was reunited with Brother Pei.' She never imagined that upon her return, everything would be so different.
The Cold Palace Sword Mansion was now far more dilapidated than Lin Qianyan remembered, perhaps because no one had tended to it for so long. It seemed even more desolate and rundown.
Just like… the heart of the one who lived in this manor.
Lin Qianyan knocked gently on the door.
CREAK—
A moment later, the heavy wooden door slowly swung open to reveal a small face, youthful yet stern.
Lin Qianyan recognized her. It was Brother Pei's youngest disciple, Yu Xiaoyan.
