On the third day of the Lunar New Year, the sun was setting.
In Songbai Town, atop an old residential building's rooftop, the ceaseless CLANG CLANG CLANG of weapons colliding rang out.
Beneath a blur of flashing blades was a fierce battle, fought between two drenched-in-sweat, diligent Martial Artists.
To the side, standing on the rooftop's retaining wall, was a Little General less than a meter tall. Its snow-made cape whipped and snapped in the biting wind.
In Rong Ling's hands was also a Great Xia Dragon Sparrow made of snow. Clearly, his understanding of Swordsmanship Skill had progressed by leaps and bounds; at the very least, he could now form a Great Xia Dragon Sparrow using his Snow Soul.
And his pair of candle-like eyes were fixed on the battle, watching his two masters fight so fiercely that his own heart pounded in alarm!
A Soul Beast like Rong Ling was a Snow General Candle, capable of entering the battlefield and leading an army of thousands!
