Chapter 883: Scattered Geng, Drifting White (I)
Moongaze Lake.
The sky was bright, while the lake water was clear and crystalline. Qingdu Peak stood tall in the middle of the lake. Stone steps wound up the mountain to the great hall. An old man, wrapped in a gray-blue cloak, paced in slow circles in front of the grand hall.
Li Xuanxuan waited a moment before finally seeing a spear-wielding man land in front of the hall. At the ninth stage of Qi Cultivation Realm, he brought his hands together in salute and said respectfully, "Siwei greets the Lord."
"How is the situation by the shore?" Li Xuanxuan raised him to his feet and hurriedly asked.
This man was none other than the calm and composed An Siwei, son of An Zheyan. The handsome and dignified man replied quietly, "What I saw just now was no illusion. To the north, everything along the river where the Fei Family moved was dyed in crimson, numbering over a million. It was mixed with glazed glass, golden sands, and various treasures, drawing cultivators to scavenge. There were figures everywhere.
"I overheard... those from the north say it was a sign of a fallen Buddhist cultivator."
Li Xuanxuan twirled his beard, heart sinking. He tightened his grip as he replied, "Buddhist cultivators excel in reincarnation. If one has truly fallen, it likely means the battle has reached a critical turning point."
"My lord says the same as well..." An Siwei was clearly referring to Li Xijun, who was still investigating by the shore. Before he finished speaking, frost and snow stirred before the hall, and Li Xijun swept in with the wind, the Han Lin hanging from his waist, his face still slightly pale.
"Xijun!" Li Xuanxuan called out to him.