"Who goes there?"
Everyone sitting within the mountains was startled simultaneously. Wen Sixian abruptly moved like a leopard, grasping his right hand tightly, a long spear appearing in his palm. The others swiftly drew their weapons with clanging sounds.
The mountain range was desolate, stretching endlessly with nary a soul, yet suddenly a person appeared, how could they not be shocked and amazed?
They quickly looked over, only to see a young man walking towards them from within the mountains.
The man appeared to be in his early twenties, wearing wide-sleeved robes, exuding an aura transcending the mundane world, seemingly extraordinary. With hands clasped behind his back, he walked towards them one step at a time, the swirling snow disappearing quietly before even reaching him.
"Is it you?"
Tang Xin widened his eyes in disbelief.
"You know him?"
Someone asked softly.
"He is Ye Qingchen!" Tang Xin lowered his head, his heart in turmoil.
