Snowflakes drifted down gracefully, like silver flecks scattered from the heavens. They landed on Ye Liyuan's shoulders and the tips of her hair, then quietly melted away.
The longsword in her hand sliced a chilling arc through the morning light, its tip quivering faintly as if dancing with the falling snowflakes.
As she concluded the final sequence of her Sword Techniques, Ye Liyuan slowly exhaled a white plume of breath. It was steady and drawn-out, its sound even louder than the whistling, frigid winds of the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
Compared to when Pei Yuhang had left, her Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed to have improved.
Perhaps because her husband had journeyed to the distant Northern Desert while she was unable to help due to her inadequate cultivation, a thread of frustration and self-blame constantly lingered in Ye Liyuan's heart.
It was this frustration that drove her to train even more diligently after Pei Yuhang's departure.
