Pei Yuhang did not disturb his Dao Companion's rest any further. After brewing a pot of nourishing and warming Spirit Tea for Liyuan, he exited the secret chamber.
The snow in the Cold Palace Sword Mansion was still falling heavily. A single night's accumulation had nearly buried Pei Yuhang's calves.
Even though Pei Yuhang had lived here for thirty years after becoming Dao Companions with Ye Liyuan, he had rarely seen such heavy snowfall.
"I suppose it's time to clean up."
Pei Yuhang turned his palm to the sky. An Iron Sword on the training ground answered his call, soaring into the air and landing in his hand.
As if sensing what Pei Yuhang intended to do, the Silent Sword at his waist quickly flew up and away, keeping its distance.
Pei Yuhang blew out a breath of hot air. As the white vapor was scattered by the cold wind, his hand, tightly gripping the hilt, began to slowly draw the sword from its sheath.
