The heavy snow whirled.
An elder, draped in a Lotus Robe, stood amidst the wind and snow, towering like a mountain.
The entire Ice Soul Cave Heaven was trembling faintly.
"...Master."
Xie Xuanyi watched this scene, dazed and lost in thought.
He looked towards his master, yet felt that, at this moment, his master seemed somewhat different from what he remembered.
The patterns on the Lotus Robe seemed slightly different from his memory.
His master's hair also seemed more grizzled?
The elder looked at his disciple, nodded slightly, and gave a knowing smile.
He did not say much more, only uttered this sentence, and then his entire figure dispersed with the wind.
That robe turned into white ashes among the wind and snow—
Rustle.
The overwhelming pressure that enveloped the Grotto Heaven also dispersed along with the wind and snow.
Several miles away, the Snow Demon did not dare to rise; it lifted its head in extreme fear, cautiously sensing the aura of "Zhao Chunyang."
