"Need my death to prove something..."
The rain screen shrouded the mountain gate of the Tianyuan Sword Sect. Sitting by the window lattice of a small pavilion at the mountaintop, Xu Yuan muttered to himself, drinking alone in silence.
Yet he found that people are inherently contemptible. One of the reasons he came to the Tianyuan Mountain was to help this Big Ice Lump make a decision, but when people truly make up their minds, his own side starts to ache.
The small pavilion stood on one side of the Sword Sect's formation peak, able to overlook the majesty of the main peak. Through the endless rain, the nine-layer jade stairs wound upwards, ending at a huge stone wall half-hidden in the mist, where the weathered characters "Tianyuan" narrated its heavy history. However, at this moment, the vibrant green moss covered the sharpness of the last stroke of the characters....
Glancing sideways at the scenery outside the window, Xu Yuan seemed to murmur to comfort himself:
