Fei Qingyi rode the wind all the way. The lake rippled beneath her as cultivators wearing jade pendants at their waists passed through the scattered islets that dotted the waters. Flags fluttered on both shores. She looked up at the land before her. 0

There was Milin Prefecture, Jade Court, Glacial Clouds Peak, Huazhong, but all she saw was the word, Li. She hadn’t returned for decades. When she had left, the three families had agreed not to fight within the lake, an agreement personally established by Yuanwu Peak. And now, everything bore the Li surname.0

Fei Qingyi only felt a faint chill on the lake breeze. As she made her way to the northern shore, the people who came to greet her didn’t recognize her, addressing her as milady one after another. She simply waited in silence for Fei Tongyu.0

Soon, an old man approached. His face was weathered, eyes slightly...0