Qingdu Mountain.
Li Xijun stepped out of the hall, and the middle-aged man with complex patterns on his Taoist robe was already waiting outside. Liu Changdie raised his eyebrows and said in a soft voice,
"Congratulations to my nephew for his breakthrough in Foundation Establishment!"
Li Xijun nodded in acknowledgment and politely said,
"I've seen my uncle."
Observing the young man in white, Liu Changdie took a careful look and felt that Xijun, elegant and as calm as snow, was somewhat different from his memory. He couldn't help but sigh to himself,
"Indeed, the Path of Frost and Snow suits the Eighth Prince... He has less of the previous world's bitter coldness and more restrained sharpness hidden in the snow; however, his fame has lessened."
He was actually somewhat pleased with this realization. Considering everything, he had yet to meet Li Ximing and wondered what he might look like now, guessing he had likely reached Foundation Establishment.
