The night deepened over Qingdu Mountain, Li Xijun had not secluded himself; stepping through the wind and snow, he stood within clouds atop its peak. After waiting a while, he saw a streak of purple lightning shuttle through the covering clouds, halt before him, and transform into two figures.
"Aunt! Little sister."
Li Xijun called out, recognizing the Jade Armor and white spear of Li Qinghong and his younger sister, Li Yuexiang. Li Qinghong landed with the thunder, her voice soft:
"Jun'er."
Li Yuexiang followed behind and greeted him. Li Xijun only nodded in reply, then offered his congratulations:
"Congratulations, aunt, on your cultivation advancing greatly. I heard the overseas situation is chaos incarnate, and always thought to fetch my little sister... With no time spared, I was about to write to Zhi, and by chance, I returned along the way."
"Was the journey home still safe?"
Li Qinghong entered the hall with him, only speaking once they sat down:
