Late night, on Jietian Peak.
The howling wind swept over the towering peak, with frost and snow dancing wildly. Yet amidst this blustery snow night, two figures stood and sat, gazing beyond the peak.
"Nangong Jue, what do you think of the scenery beyond the peak?"
Mu Cangsheng sat on a throne formed of frost, leaning casually with one hand on his forehead, and asked while looking outside the peak.
"Reporting to Sect Hierarch, Jue only sees boundless desolation," Nangong Jue replied respectfully.
The Blade Energy within him was powerful, his cultivation naturally impressive, and his gaze carried a proud air, dismissing all in the world. Yet, when looking at Mu Cangsheng, his eyes were filled with intense loyalty and admiration. Who knows what Magic Power Mu Cangsheng held, making this former Sword God's disciple so utterly devoted.
