On the northern snow plains, the biting wind whipped up coarse snowflakes, striking the hard city walls.
"You've waited a long time."
Upon hearing the familiar voice echoing in her ears, Ji Yue, being a woman, could no longer maintain her precarious stance and collapsed weakly onto Zhao Douan's strong arm.
Tears rolled down from the pure white pupils as she choked up, saying:
"A year has passed. We all thought you wouldn't return."
A year, has it been?
Zhao Douan's eyes revealed a hint of daze; in the "Ascension Scroll," isolated from the world, a year had unknowingly passed during cultivation.
"Tell me about your experiences this past year." Zhao Douan raised his hand, wiping away Ji Yue's tears.
Following this, two emotional subordinates began to recount the information they knew, back and forth.
