The onlookers forcefully suppressed the shock in their hearts and swallowed hard.
When they looked up again, they saw Su Bei gazing at Luo Ritian, his eyes as calm as a tranquil lake. He was clad in white garments, whiter than snow and untainted by even a speck of dust.
Su Bei stood with his hands clasped behind him. Sunlight fell upon him, filtering through the whirling snow and casting a layer of white-gold light upon his body, making every strand of his hair and each crystal-clear snowflake glisten.
Su Bei walked towards Luo Ritian and stopped beside Dan Wulan. As if responding to Luo Ritian, or perhaps merely speaking to himself, he said,
"Also, listen carefully..."
Luo Ritian's pupils contracted as he looked at Su Bei, and he subconsciously took a step back.
All present dared not even breathe, their gazes fixed on the peerless man standing in the midst of the wind and snow.
Su Bei's hand gently grasped the hilt of the ancient sword sheathed at his waist.
