December 24th, Christmas Eve:
The heavy snow akin to goose feathers started to fall in Yanzhou, the cold wind piercing to the bone, with snowflakes fluttering around.
However, even so, nothing could dampen the enthusiasm of thousands of Martial Artists.
As soon as the news of the duel between Immortal Master Li and Miyamoto Butcher at Goose Lake spread, Martial Artists from around the globe swarmed to the site.
By the time they arrived, Goose Lake had already been cordoned off. The outer layer was a police line, and the inner layer was manned by the undercover guards of the Star Pavilion.
If one looked from a higher vantage point, they could see a solitary boat in the center of the lake.
On the boat was an old man, fishing with undivided attention.
Just like Liuu Zongyuan in the old days: A solitary man in a straw coat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river snow!
Someone who saw the figure in the center of the lake was astonished and asked,
