After thinking about the snow on the cliff, there was no place for warmth other than that simple wooden house. Wen Jingan sat on the edge of the cliff. The banyan tree behind him could no longer endure the snow accumulation, shaking off a lot of snow. Wen Jingan didn' t turn around and just looked north. He clearly saw a precipitous cliff in front of him, but his eyes seemed to be able to pierce through the mountains.
After drinking a pot of wine, Wen Jingan suddenly stood up and held Huang Yanjian hand, dancing on the cliff. The Azure Cloud Sect's martial arts had always won by coincidence, and each move was gorgeous without losing its strength. Especially in the hands of Wen Jingan, the Azure Cloud Sword Technique was even more peaceful and gentle, and it even revealed a trace of sadnes
