The snow on Hanyun Peak never melted, resting on the eaves of the ancestral hall, the dim yellow candlelights flickered uncertainly. Fei Tongyu felt the cold for the first time since he began immortal cultivation, so cold that he shivered on the ground.
The corpse of his grandfather Fei Wangbai lay in the coffin before him. The flesh of a Foundation Establishment cultivator did not decay and looked as it had in life, except for a paleness and eyes tightly shut as if in deep slumber.
Fei Tongyu still couldn't believe that his grandfather had died just like that, it all felt too unreal, so abrupt that Fei Tongyu thought it was a dream.
The day the news of Li Tongya's sword slaying Maha reached them, the smile on Fei Wangbai's face vanished instantly. With his eldest son Fei Yihe having gone to the Southern Border, he could only take Fei Tongyu's hand, his direct grandson, and said in a heavy voice,
