The snowland had been peaceful for a long while by now, and the Cultivation practitioners of various sects had already returned to their respective mountains. It was much quiet now around White Town; but the town grew more crowded due to the returning of the pilgrims.

The small temple at the foot of the cliff was the only exception, which was neither crowded nor desolate; and the golden Buddha statue was still watching the north in a solemn and calm manner.

Lian Sanyue walked into the small temple, and sat down on the doorsill. However, she faced the golden Buddha statue instead of the snowland this time.

Jing Jiu stood on the clearing outside the temple, looking in the direction of the snowland, lost in thought.

Lian Sanyue didn't do anything except looking at the golden Buddha statue quietly; she would change her posture and flash a smile once in a while. It seemed that she was in a very good mood.

The voice of the Broadsword King Cao Yuan rang out in the small temple. His deep