The weather grew increasingly colder.
In just over ten days, snow had begun to drift around Qingqiu Mountain.
Yet despite the freezing chill, the peach trees scattered across the mountain remained in full bloom.
On this day, Chen Mu braved the biting wind and made his way slowly up the stone steps on the cliffside.
After passing a towering Demon Suppressing Needle that resembled a pillar reaching into the heavens, the Wanjing Cave came into sight.
...
"Greetings, Elder Hu." Chen Mu arrived at the counter near the entrance of Wanjing Cave and clasped his hands with a bright smile.
"Chen Mu?" Hu Buwei lifted his head and voiced his doubt.
Chen Mu couldn't help but feel perplexed. He was merely a low-ranking Daoist Soldier Apprentice—how was it possible for this reclusive elder to remember him so well?
"It is truly an honor for me that Elder Hu still remembers," he ventured cautiously.
Is this scheming old man planning something sinister?
