He already possessed the body of an Immortal—what a mortal would consider eternal and indestructible.
Yet as he rode his sword through the clouds, the biting, whistling wind still made Pei Yuhang shiver.
'Perhaps it isn't a physical cold, but a chill in my heart.'
The closer Pei Yuhang drew to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, the colder he felt. It wasn't due to the snow that had fallen for millennia, but because of the two adorable disciples eagerly awaiting his return within it.
The Spirit Sword beneath his feet dissolved, and Pei Yuhang descended slowly from the sky.
Qing Yueqiu, who emulated her master's style by also wearing white robes, was the first to step forward.
She looked at Pei Yuhang's faintly weary face, wanting to say more. But when she remembered she was merely her master's disciple and not his Dao Companion, she settled for a single, reserved greeting.
"Master, you're back."
