The Northern Shanyue's sky was shrouded in mist, as Li Xijun, bathed in gleaming snow light, wore his sword at his waist. His eyes, aglow with white light, were cast down, watching the Dili Family's soldiers and horses entering the city. "Pine on Snow" conjured a cloud of snow under his feet, whisking him away, aloof from the mortal world.
"Minghuang is clever and has already taken a Shanyue name, let's test that lord of the Northern Shanyue first," he said.
Li Xijun certainly had similar arrangements in mind, but he wanted to test the boy first. Thus, he remained silent, and now seeing that all was in good order, he nodded, and his heart eased considerably.
Li Ximing watched as if spellbound, seeming both envious and as if achieving some long-held desire, his expression one of entranced confusion. Hearing the conversation, he took a Jade Bottle from his bosom and said,
