Live Forever for Hundreds of Millions of Years and Be Invincible at the Click of a Finger

The snow in Qingyun Sect always falls earlier than elsewhere. Under the ancient pine trees in the forbidden area behind the mountain, Lin Xuan was sweeping the snow with a bamboo broom in his hand. The tip of the broom passed through the gaps in the bluestone slabs, making a fine rustling sound. He swept very slowly, as if every drop of snow was worthy of scrutiny—and indeed it was. After a hundred thousand years, he has already learned to savor the taste of time in the repeated seasons. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.