Three days later, a red light descended upon the snow mountain, resembling a rapidly burning meteor. At the point of impact, it felt as though the peak itself was subtly trembling, and the snow fell like silk, akin to a sudden flurry.
At the center of the earthquake, a burly man emerged, bare-chested with hair covering his torso, wearing straw sandals, much like a barbarian.
He looked up and spoke in a voice as deep as a bell, "Stranger from Jiuchong Mountain, I have come to meet the Sword Cultivator of Qingkong!"
Yue Duo frowned and slowly stood up; not far behind her, Hou Niao also rose, as it wouldn't be appropriate to greet such a figure while seated.
The burly man was aware there were two people present but seemed unsure, "Two Sword Cultivators? Well, that's even better—one-on-one would be less satisfying; two is just right!"
