A fierce wind swept snow and waves of icy cold toward the man and horse. The scene of them being thrown to the ground never came. The youth simply smiled faintly, and the wind vanished as if erased from the world, leaving no trace.
??? At the same time, the man in black saw the youth, his expression turning grave. He said, "You are a ninth-rank master swordsman, surely renowned and respected in the Central Plains martial world. Why come here now to disrupt a sacrificial rite and damage your own virtue? Are you not afraid of ruining your reputation and becoming a laughingstock among the martial world?"
??? "Tuoba Hong, take a good look at who I am." The youth smiled faintly. Though his voice was soft, everyone heard him.
??? "You? ..." Tuoba Hong said in confusion. He studied the youth carefully. Suddenly, his eyes flew wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out. "N-no... No, that's impossible! Weren't you already dead? How are you alive again? Tuoba Yu, are you human or a ghost?"
Theme: Everyone has a wuxia dream of their own
