On Snowgrand, the middle-aged scholar walked against the wind slowly, his sleeves fluttering, and his figure distinguishing.

He's been waiting for this for twenty years. Now, he showed his true self.

Along the way, he kept coughing with blood oozing from his mouth.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng stopped to look at the tall figure at the other end of Snowgrand, and murmured, "Finally."

That man was unusually burly.

He was an ageless man. Some of the white hair on his temples had turned black again twenty years ago. He stood at the gate of Guniu Mansion with a serious expression and a majestic aura. It was like he could hold out against ten thousand.