The wind was bone-chilling.
Snowflakes danced through the air.
In a snowy, ice-covered valley, Yu Dieyi was accompanying Fang Min in her sword practice.
"Sen Wei is trapped in a cluster of Dream Worlds?!"
Yu Dieyi's face was a mask of astonishment. She couldn't believe the news.
It was unbelievable. Simply unbelievable.
Just a few months ago, she had been thinking that there was only one way Fang Yang could ever surpass Sen Wei.
'Fang Yang would have to be the only one growing, while Sen Wei remained completely stagnant!'
Heh, and as it turned out, that's exactly what happened.
The hum of a sword vibrated in the air. Fang Min's expression was serene as she spoke:
"Dieyi, I've grasped the 'future.'"
"That 'future' rests with Ah Yang."
"It's a brilliant light—fierce, vibrant, and so captivating that I never want to look away…"
As she spoke, Fang Min's serene expression twisted into one of fanaticism.
