Since my wives all support striking while the iron is hot, Zhao Changhe did not hesitate. He took the translated text and headed straight back to the Snow Mountain where Ye Jiuyou was located.
From afar, he saw Ye Jiuyou in her usual black attire, sitting quietly cross-legged at the mountain peak, letting the wind and snow howl around her. Zhao Changhe felt a jolt in his heart, secretly thinking that this was not a good sign.
—If Zhao Changhe had deliberately used any means, it wasn't to strike while the iron was hot; on the contrary, it was the cooling down of the night.
