Qing Jifang was incredulous, watching as the golden light hurled towards him, the surrounding Great Void momentarily sealed by the Metal Nature, he only vehemently exclaimed,
"Even if it costs me my life!"
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November, heavy snow.
The white snow topped the mountains of Wutu, piled up on the stone table, and blanketed the courtyard's bluestones; a youth in brocade clothes and a white fur coat leaned back on a mahogany armchair, holding a jade cup between two fingers, silent and motionless.
"Xizhi."
The woman sitting at the head of the table, her willow brows framing phoenix eyes and donning a red gown, had a weary look in her eyes as she said warmly,
"Is everything ready?"
"Mhm."
Li Xizhi softly affirmed, then asked,
"What about Father?"
"Your father has gone to Lijing Town. With the Immortal Master's impending arrival, many things need to be prepared; a carriage will come for you shortly."
