Night deepened over Mount Qingdu. Li Xijun had not entered seclusion and stood amid wind and snow among the clouds at the mountain’s peak. After waiting a while, he saw a bolt of violet lightning weaving through the clouds. It halted before him and transformed into two figures.0

“Aunt! Little Sister.” Li Xijun called out, and before him stood Li Qinghong in jade armor with her white spear, and his younger sister Li Yuexiang. Li Qinghong descended on the lightning and spoke softly, “Xijun.”0

Li Yuexiang followed behind and greeted him. Li Xijun merely nodded and offered his congratulations, “Congratulations on your cultivation breakthrough, Aunt. I’ve heard things are in chaos out at sea. I’ve been meaning...0