Winter's noon sun lazily shone upon Wanfa Peak, upon two disheartened people, and one with lost memories.
The drifting cold wind brought the figure of the White-haired Daoist. Qing Yu slowly landed on the top of Wanfa Peak, looking towards Tong Hua who was controlled by restrictions, Xuan Shang who was lost in self-talk, and Xuanfeng who still lay there foolishly.
"Elder Xuan Shang, and Elder Ancestor Tong Hua, Qing Yu has come to see you," Qing Yu said with a smile.
"Heh, the future Sect Leader of Zhenwu Sect has come to flaunt power in front of the prisoners?" Tong Jue sneered.
As for Xuan Shang, he was still lost in his own world, sitting on the ground and muttering to himself.
Qing Yu shook his head and said, "Neither of you are prisoners, and prisoners don't have the luxury to leisurely sunbathe like this."
Qing Yu strolled over and pressed a finger to Xuanfeng's forehead.
