Under the moonlight, the pine forest undulated with the whistling wind.
Qin Yang stood tall in the center of the peak, the rustling sea of trees at his back.
As he appeared, the Sword Intent on Broken Peak Mountain seemed to come alive, circling around him in a display of perfect, natural harmony.
"Teacher!"
Li Zixuan raised a hand to cover her mouth, her pupils trembling, unable to believe the scene before her.
'It's really him! Teacher!'
The one she had longed for day and night had finally appeared.
For a moment, Li Zixuan was completely flustered, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes.
But she couldn't hide her excitement, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Calm yourself, my disciple."
Seeing Li Zixuan's agitation and her heaving chest, Qin Yang spoke slowly.
"Your Dao Heart is unstable. This isn't the state you were in when I accepted you as my disciple..."
As his words fell.
It was as if he had roused her from a dream.
