On Cyan Feather Peak, clouds and mist swirled.
Beichen Sword Immortal flicked his blade and sang, "The dawn's light gleams on my bow, my sword reflects the frost. In autumn winds, my steed and I ride forth from Pinglan. Grudges and glories are sweetest when one is young, so why fear a dawn that brings but a moment's rest?"
"Hahaha!" After singing, he laughed. "Magnificent! It truly takes you young people to feel things so fiercely. This Immortal Venerable has always loved heroic youths. Song, I hope that even a thousand years from now, you will still possess the spirit you have today. Only then will our meeting not have been in vain."
Song Ciwan watched Beichen Sword Immortal before her. One hand rested on his sword, the other held a cup. A clear mountain breeze swept past, loosening a strand from his high ponytail. As the dark lock of hair brushed against his cheek, she noticed he still had a hint of baby fat!
