Time flies like an arrow, and the clouds shift with the wind. In the blink of an eye, another half a year has passed.
At the Qingshan Sect, it was now the twelfth lunar month. The verdant mountains were gone, blanketed by a layer of white snow. At the suggestion of Ye Qingxuan, a gap had been opened in the sect-protecting grand formation, allowing the drifting snow and biting chill to permeate the grounds. For cultivators, such weather was naturally of no consequence; instead, it added a touch of charm to the scenery.
On Tianling Peak, where Qin Xuan resided, Shen Tianming walked up to Qin Xuan’s cave dwelling, carrying a jade tray.
Chapter 37