I heard someone practicing sword practice on Xueyaya.
The sword energy was sharp, bringing with it a biting cold air, forming a thin layer of frost on the snow-free sky.
Xu Xu sheathed her sword, shook off the thin snow from her hair, and walked to the cabin at the top of the mountain. She is 1,200 years old this year. When she was still washing yarn by the river, she never thought that she would live so long. But even if she lived longer than the sky or the earth, it would just leave her alone, so empty that it would drive people crazy.
Intention: love and dedication