The sky was dim, and figures hurried across Glacial Cloud Peak. Cultivators in white armor carried weapons in hand. At their head, the black-robed youth wore a dark expression that seemed furious, yet the hand resting on his sword lay there with a faint, almost casual ease.0

At last, this day has come…0

For years, the Fei Family had remained semi-independent on the northern bank. Chen Yang had petitioned the peak more than once to strip them of that small measure of autonomy.0

Five generations of my Chen Family have rendered great merit, yet we have never held land as our descendants run about in service. What even are you, Fei Family? Latecomers who bent the knee, and you dare to be the Son of Diyang?1

Still, Chen Yang felt no ill will for Fei Chingyi's desperate...0