The wind blew through suddenly, all of it the northern wind. Cangwu Peak was among the thirteen northern peaks. When winter arrived, the sounds of birds, insects, and snakes disappeared entirely. The cold fir trees stood upright like iron, sparsely scattered with signs of human habitation, resembling swords and graves.
Even the winds blowing through here often carried a deathly stillness.
Undoubtedly, this place was too desolate, not a place for prolonged stays. Yet for Yin Tingxue, life at Yin Sword Mountain was simple and steady.
Each day, there was no need to worry about much. Her work consisted of little more than reading scriptures and training. In her free time, she could read books, tease the dogs, and chat briefly with Master Zhou. Occasionally, she'd be scolded, and the day would pass uneventfully. Living alone here, there hadn't been a single day Yin Tingxue was dissatisfied with.
But Chen Yi's arrival disrupted everything.
