Beiliang Anecdotes: Great Prosperity (New Year Special Edition)

The dangling icicles refracted a cold light under the moon, and the young man in blue clothes leaned with his sword against the vermilion-painted corridor pillar, the end of his frosty-colored headband adorned with fine ice crystals.

The boy, who was like jade encased in ice, always maintained a distance of about three feet, like a mist of coldness, until the jade sword tassel on his waist suddenly started to tremble. His sword finger slid across the Mystic Iron Sword Scabbard as ice-blue spiritual power spiraled up the sword's body.

"Go!"

With a low shout, the boy's eyes revealed traces of cold jade. As the Spirit Qi spread across the ground, the old scholar beside him, who had a grave expression, immediately became alert and stared at the cracks on the ground with intense focus.

Could it be? Could it really be!

Zhou Li also held his breath, staring intently at the Spirit Qi that seemed about to burst from the ground.

"Emerge!"