When Jiang Yuebai arrived at Bailoo Beach by the Sishi River, she saw a female cultivator dressed in black with ink-black hair and clear features standing in the midst of a heavy snowfall, like a sword unsheathed. Even the hair flying in the wind and snow carried a chilling Sword Intent that penetrated to the bone.
She resembled a solitary and proud sword embedded in the cold mountains and snowy ridges.
Although she had seen Lu Nanzhi many times in dreams, seeing her in person still made Jiang Yuebai marvel at her transformation—becoming sharper and more like an unstoppable divine weapon, ready to break through the sky.
In fact, it had been more than twenty years since she and Lu Nanzhi had truly met.
"Anan!"
Jiang Yuebai landed on the riverside beach, walking toward her in the deep snow.
Lu Nanzhi turned around, and upon seeing the white-clad, silver-haired Jiang Yuebai with a smile like a blooming flower, the coldness on her melted away, revealing a smile from the heart.
