The night was long and quiet, and Su Mu, having regained his calm, soon immersed himself in cultivation.
After the fifth watch of the deep night, the young man practicing boxing with his eyes closed under the crabapple tree suddenly opened his eyes, his deep gaze reflecting scenes imperceptible to ordinary people, as a concentrated will radiated beneath the night sky.
Su Mu knew that this must be Great Elder Qiu Mountain successfully erasing the malicious Grandmaster's will within the Xuan Yan Cauldron. He glanced at it and gently exhaled.
His breath was as solid as a white streak skimming the sky, and the already cold winter air instantly condensed into an icy corridor at a speed visible to the naked eye. Su Mu reached out to catch a perfect ice crystal flower, his eyes flickering slightly.
