She wanted to carry the identity of the Sword Immortal, eternally sleeping in Chang'an, and take another look at the myriad landscapes of the mortal world.
For the Second Dao-Demon War, she sat in that position and lived in Chang'an City for ten thousand years.
Li Qiubai, for the Second Dao-Demon War, did not enter Chang'an for ten thousand years.
If this Second Dao-Demon War truly ignites, how could she be content without witnessing it with her own eyes?
Thinking this way, Xia Zhao smiled slightly and gazed outside once more, not using the distant viewing array to observe the Demon Race, but instead using her own eyes to look afar.
In the distance, the setting sun sinks in the west, its afterglow casting a dim light upon the wilderness.
A breeze blew by, bringing with it a piercing, bone-chilling coldness.
The harsh winter had arrived.
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Heavenly Mountain, Yumen Pass, Liuxu Pavilion.
