Traces in the Desert Snow

Ten years ago, the Demon Cult swept through the martial world of the Central Plains, only to be halted at Mount Hua. Ten years later, the Demon Cult rose again and returned to the Central Plains. A conspiracy and conflict, neither wholly righteous nor wholly evil, unfolded. Since ancient times, righteousness and evil have been irreconcilable, yet no one can escape a fated bond. She said, “Even if loving someone is like a moth flying into a flame, even if I know it will come to nothing, I will never regret it.” He said, “If two hearts are bound together for the long run, what does it matter if they cannot be together every day?” Mounted on her horse, Yan Lingxue suddenly turned to Chu Zhiheng and said, “Once we pass through the woods ahead, we’ll reach Huayin City. I think I’d better go straight back to Hewu Manor. It wouldn’t be proper for me to follow you directly to the Huashan Sect.” Chu Zhiheng smiled at Yan Lingxue. “If you go back to Hewu Manor, won’t I have to come down the mountain to visit you every day? That would be such a hassle.” “Chu Zhiheng, is coming to see me such a hassle?” Yan Lingxue said, shooting him a sidelong glance. Looking at Yan Lingxue with deep affection, Chu Zhiheng replied, “It’s no hassle. I just want us to see each other every day.” Yan Lingxue smiled faintly and gave Chu Zhiheng a teasing look. “Chu Zhiheng, I’ve noticed you’re getting better and better at sweet-talking. You must have said that to plenty of other girls before, right?” Chu Zhiheng chuckled. “That’s because meeting you finally brought me to my senses.” “Enough, enough. Don’t make me sick with all that sweetness.” Yan Lingxue smiled and shot Chu Zhiheng a look of feigned distaste.