The Heavy Snow and the Strong Wind, the Vast Heaven and Earth

After many transformations, Jian Wushuang, who originally looked ordinary, had become handsome and had a unique ethereal aura around him.

From time to time, faint golden divine patterns would sublimate between the ends of his black hair that were tied behind him, giving him the feeling of a young master who had transcended the mortal world.

And behind him stood two tall and strong figures that looked like gods.

Cheng Qing was like a swordmaster, and with his tall stature, he had an aura full of oppression. Even the slightly thin Chun Qiu was close to nine feet.

When the three of them stood together, there was an indescribable disharmony, but there was also a little bit of meaning.

After giving them some instructions, the Young Emperor watched the three of them leave.

"Da Ban, tell me, am I doing the right thing?"

"There's no right or wrong, Your Highness. There's only success or failure."

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