All the Dao energy converged on Jiang Hao as though it was assisting him.
However, the Seven Forms of the Heavenly Blade book remained unchanged.
The starry sky appeared more frequently.
One day, the sleeping spirit beast's face got swollen, and it fell unconscious. A rope appeared around its neck that tied it to the peach tree.
At the same time, a red and white figure landed on the snow.
The cool sensation extinguished all flames.
Her arrival went unnoticed.
She sat quietly under the peach tree and began to brew some tea.
She glanced at the spirit beast. She waved her hand and hung it at the front gate.
Then, she looked at Jiang Hao. Her gaze fell on the book in his hand.
"Trying to comprehend the seventh stance of the Heavenly Blade with this?" Hong Yuye murmured to herself.
She looked at him with mixed emotions.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden cough.
"Cough! Cough!"