While Qin Fan leisurely strolled away from Nanjing Avenue, a different scene was unfolding far in the northwest, atop the peaks of Kunlun Mountain. Frost and snow had already dressed the surrounding trees and vegetation in a silvery-white garb.
However, as always, Qilian Demi Immortal was perched on the edge of a cliff, dressed only in his usual thin clothes. He seemed entirely unaffected by the temperature. His body, steady and unshivering, sat as firmly as an old monk in meditation, his eyes tightly shut.
"Speak," he said quietly.
"Master!" Behind Qilian Demi Immortal, Hua Xiaotian called out, his voice strained with conflict.
"What's the matter?" Sensing the struggle in Hua Xiaotian's tone, Qilian Demi Immortal raised an eyebrow. "Don't hem and haw like a girl. At the end of the day, you're a Grand Energist of your generation!"
After a few seconds of silence, Hua Xiaotian let out a heavy sigh.
"Master, what is your opinion of Qin Fan?" he asked.
