The snow has melted, and the deity he held in his heart seems to have disappeared.
The summit of Eastern Mountain.
Wen Ting, clad in white, blended seamlessly with the snowy mountain scenery.
When the Sword Ancestor descended upon the five regions, he too paid homage, but now as he gazed toward Lingyu Mountain in the Central Region, his eyes brimmed with sorrow and profound disappointment.
"Snow…"
Snow in the palm.
He had to keep his palm cold, unwilling to let this flying snow melt, yet he knew he couldn't hold onto the snow.
Snow like flowing sand, eventually drifted away.
He opened his hand, the snow in his palm, the same color as the summit of Eastern Mountain.
Beside him was Sword Hemp.
Behind him was the jade bamboo grove.
Eastern Mountain Sisal, one of the Ancestral Trees, represented the glorious achievements of the Sword Ancestor, a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
