There was a pile of dirty snow remaining from the late winter at the corner of a wall. Under the bright moonlight, the snow mounds looked like severely decayed corpses that would nourish new life at springtime.
A teenager was sitting upright on the top of a wall in Hope Alley. He finally realized why he felt that he had to come and see Immortal Peng.
He cradled the newly-forged sword in his arms as if he was embracing a long-lost lover. Although he did not know how to love people, he already had feelings of affection for his sword. He felt that the sword had meant everything to him.
He was like a child who had just learned to speak. He liked to speak on every occasion just to prove that he could.
He suddenly woke up. What Immortal Peng had wanted Xu Xiaoyi to convey was not a prophecy, but was actually a challenge from one swordman to another.