The fire burned more fiercely, tongues of flame dancing wildly.
Outside the window, although large snowflakes were flying, inside the house was warm and cozy.
Li Dao's shadow fluttered around inside the house.
His sword was like a long rainbow, piercing the sky!
Every strike emitted the sword intent to pierce the sky.
After finishing a set of swordsmanship, Li Dao felt somewhat fatigued.
Yet there was a fervor in his eyes.
The fire of friendship burned fiercely in his heart, flowing out from the tip of his sword.
The initially cold white sword gradually turned blood-red.
The dancing sword, like a crimson dragon, flew and roared inside the house.
Li Mo watched from the side.
At this moment, he seemed to be Li Dao.
Li Dao seemed to be Li Mo.
Between the two, there was no distinction.
Three hours later.
A red light flew out from the house, ascending into the sky.
The red light suddenly transformed into countless red stars.
Countless red stars fell from the sky.
