The Li Family's soldiers shuttled through the mountains, with Li Xizhi's white clothes billowing, a sword at his waist, he stood at the head of a mountain, overseeing the battle. Kongheng, not far away, rode the wind with his eyes tightly closed, mumbling the Incantation Script, seemingly performing rites for the souls of the deceased.
He took a careful look to ensure that Li Wushao followed closely beside Li Zhouwei, only then did he retract his gaze, approached slowly through the wind and snow, and with a slight twitch of his ear, he suddenly turned his head to look aside.
A chill glint flickered in the eyes of Li Xijun beneath his sword-like brows, streams of white Qi drifted out, fixating on an empty spot not far away. After several moments, he frowned and said in a cold voice,
"I wonder which Taoist Fellow is here. I am Li Xijun of the Li Family, please show yourself!"
