Spring of the 43rd Year of Yuanding.
Xuan Yang seemed to have grown accustomed to the perennial wars of the Northern Territory.
In the eyes of the people from the Central Plains, there was little difference between the Northern Territory's Demon Sect, the south's Witch Race, and the various western nations.
"Another year has passed."
A wisp of white vapor escaped Bai Yuan's lips. It wasn't a sign of some great martial arts breakthrough, just that it was freezing cold.
Without realizing it, he had already been in this world for many years.
"Sect Leader, a letter for you."
Yu Hui walked to Bai Yuan's side.
When Bai Yuan saw the letter was from Linzhou, he knew it was from Sister Qiao.
"Brother Yuan, my master is taking me north to Yan Province. I hope to see you soon. Signed, Qiaoniang."
'Yan Province...' Bai Yuan thought to himself.
