The Li Family's troops moved through the mountains, while Li Xijun, clad in flowing white robes with a sword at his waist, stood atop a peak overseeing the formation. Not far away, Kongheng drifted on the wind with his eyes closed. He was murmuring incantations as if performing rites for the dead.1

Li Xijun took a careful glance, confirming that Li Wushao was staying close to Li Zhouwei, then withdrew his gaze. As he stepped through the snow-laden winds, his ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to the side.0

A glint of cold light flickered beneath Li Xijun's sword-like brows as wisps of white mist drifted from his eyes. He stared intently at an empty patch of space not far away. After a few breaths, he furrowed his brows and spoke in a cold voice, "Which Daoist friend lingers here in hiding? I am Li Xijun of the Li Family....0