Streaming light emerged from Xianyou Peak, navigating through the wind. Li Yuanjiao bade farewell to the people of the Xiao Family, taking Li Ximing with him as they drifted back home.
The long wind tore through the void as the young man stood with his hands behind his back, clad in a Taoist robe with a medicine pouch at his waist, overlooking the mountains below. Ahead, Li Yuanjiao, in a black robe, silently rode the wind and said in a deep voice,
"Golden Sun Radiant Origin has been assembled in only one set, and Xijun has already decided to take Cold Pine Snow Qi."
"My brother has been wronged."
Li Ximing's Taoist robe fluttered gently as he nodded lightly, caressing the jade beads Qingxuan in his hand. The corners of his mouth drooped, as if hiding many worries, his expression largely unreadable.
