Chapter 10: Suggestion
Xu Ning initially thought it would be some time before Shen Yuwei returned. Zhaoyue Cliff remained quiet for a few more days. There was no bone-chilling wind like the one…
Xu Ning initially thought it would be some time before Shen Yuwei returned. Zhaoyue Cliff remained quiet for a few more days. There was no bone-chilling wind like the one…
He stood outside the formation gate of Zhaoyue Cliff, his gaze sweeping over the jade token at Xu Ning’s waist. Chen Heng was from Yuheng Peak, and his elders were…
The expression on Shen Yuwei’s face told Xu Ning that no one was forcing their way in. After all, within the Taiwei Immortal Sect, who would dare to force their…
Seeing Shen Yuwei swaying unsteadily, Xu Ning didn’t have time to think. He reached out and supported her arm. What met his hand was not the soft warmth of a…
The sky above Zhaoyue Cliff was exceptionally clear. Xu Ning sat before the low table, his gaze calm as he studied the Golden Core True Person across from him. Seated…
Shen Yuwei sat upright on the other side of the bamboo table, her hair like clouds, her sleeves lightly pressed against the edge of the table. Her eyes and brows…
The room was so quiet that the sound of melting snow dripping from the eaves could be heard. Xu Ning’s hand was still held by Shen Yuwei. Seeing Lu Hanyi,…
The snow outside the corridor had thinned slightly, and a few tiny grass sprouts emerged from the cracks between the stones. But Cold Sword Peak had always been desolate, so…
The document looked crumpled. When Lu Hanyi saw it, she froze for a moment. Then the faint color on her lips was pulled apart by a cold smile. “Xu Ning.”…
Winter of the thirty-first year of Datong’s Cheneping era. Taiwei Immortal Sect, Cold Sword Peak. Xu Ning knelt beside the cold jade bed, his left hand clasped by an icy…