"Since you used the name of the Qingcheng Sect, there's no guarantee the other party won't make a move."
"Yes, Venerable Lord. What about you?"
"I have my own plans."
Zhao Rui's gaze was sharp. He waved his hand, signaling for the three to hurry back.
Seeing this, the three said no more. Each grabbed the person they were holding and swiftly descended the Tianshan.
After the three had left, Zhao Rui glanced at the Xuanyuan Jisu expanse of the Tianshan Mountain Range. With a flicker, his figure vanished from the spot.
「Night fell.」
A full moon hung high in the sky.
The remaining snow glistened under the moonlight, surrounded by a clear halo.
Zhao Rui sat cross-legged on a snow-covered rock.
He quietly watched the distant Celestial Mountain Sect encampment.
He waited like this for several hours.
A heavy snow, as light as goose feathers, began to fall from the sky, gradually concealing his figure. From a distance, he looked just like an ice sculpture.
