Jiang Yunzheng had already left, but because of those words, Li Xiangyi's heart was in turmoil once again...
A sudden urge to practice his swordplay welled up inside him...
In the silent night, with only a crescent moon hanging overhead, he stood up. A gentle, cool evening breeze stirred his robes, and moonlight poured over him like water. He gazed far into the distance—toward Yunyin Mountain—as his thoughts slowly drifted back to the past...
Chapter 22