At the same time, Zhao Sheng, meditating on the Dead Star, was unaware of the "flaw" he had exposed, nor did he know that a massive web of intrigue was quietly spreading across the Divine Continent, waiting for him to fall into its trap.
...
Snowflakes drifted down in the bitter cold of midwinter.
Yet, Heavenly Wave Lake was warm as spring amidst the icy landscape, with crystal-clear waters where countless fat spiritual carp occasionally surfaced, mouths open to swallow the essence of day and night.
On Hualong Island, the greenery was lush, with a quiet, cold little courtyard nestled among the trees, resembling an idyllic retreat from the world.
Approaching noon, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the courtyard.
Wearing a plain white Daoist robe, Zhao Sheng glanced around to see peach trees lush and verdant, their branches laden with large red peaches.
