The snowflakes gradually turned into heavy, goose-feather flakes, but Bai Wanjian suddenly stopped in front of the ice bridge. The plum blossom petal he had flicked away was embedded in the stone tablet at the head of the bridge, and under the moonlight, a silver thread as fine as a hair could be seen stretching horizontally across the bridge deck. Had he stepped on it rashly just moments before, his ankle tendons would have been severed by the poison-laced Celestial Silkworm thread.
"Since Mister Mei has arrived, why not show yourself?" Bai Wanjian tapped his scabbard lightly against the ice surface, the sound waves causing the pine trees a hundred meters away to rustle. A soft laugh came from the falling snow amidst the pine needles, and a scholar in a green robe drifted down, stepping on plum branches, holding a folding fan painted with half a withered plum blossom.
"Master Bai has sharp ears." Mei Wenjing closed his folding fan and pointed it toward the ice bridge. "The Changle Help has buried seven tubes of Western Regions thunder fire on the opposite side. As long as..."
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