A cold lump landed on his left cheek.

He turned his head and saw that Junior Sister Xiaoli was using magic to gather snow and then molding it into a snowball.

"This is..."

Song Yan watched as the snow slid off his cheek and murmured, "A snowball fight?"

He never thought that someone like him, who walked out of the Puppet Sect's sea of blood and deception, would one day engage in a snowball fight, let alone have someone actively throw snowballs at him.

Song Yan slightly closed his eyes, and this year's snow flashed through his mind.

Every year he watched the snow fall, with different people around him every year, but never once had he rushed into the snow for a snowball fight.

Smack!

Another snowball hit his right cheek.

He slightly came back to his senses.

Smack!

The snowball continued to hit his forehead.

Junior Sister Xiaoli laughed so hard her stomach hurt. She wrapped herself tightly in a silver sword robe, with a clean and pure face. Though she lacked the alluring charm of a mature woman, she exuded a natural innocence and lively youthfulness.

Her petite figure seemed like a blooming flower of light on the dark earth, softening the sharp outlines of the surrounding world, warming the bleak and desolate hidden in the cold wind and snow.

It seemed that regardless of the scene, as long as she was thrown in, the scene would become beautiful, lovely, soft, and gentle, like a white cloud, a ball of cotton wool...

Her eyes were very bright and lively, gleaming as they looked at Song Yan, and she laughed heartily, "Such a fool!"

Song Yan completely returned to his senses, raising his hand to gather and form a snowball, saying, "Just you wait!"

Junior Sister Xiaoli made a funny face, then put her hands on her hips and said, "Come on, come on, let's see what you're made of."

The way she called herself "godmother" and him "you rascal" made Song Yan's vision go dark.

He immediately gripped the firmly molded snowball and threw it.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack, smack, smack!

The two of them played the game of snowball fighting outside the Alchemy Room, going back and forth and having a lot of fun.

...

...

Not far away, on a high place.

Three figures in brocade robes were overlooking the scene. The three of them were well-concealed, as if they were seamlessly integrated into the landscape.

The old woman on the left was the first to laugh, then said, "Xuanwei, do you think... he resembles that Song Demon?"

The woman in the center shook her head slightly and said, "It's just a sudden whimsical thought after hearing about Bai Xiuhu's affairs and Uncle Kuye's remarks as jokes.

Uncle Kuye thought he was a body-snatching expert, enough to prove his amazing talent, which made me involuntarily think of that Song Demon who also achieved it by snatching bodies.

Uncle Kuye said he was looking for a female cultivator proficient in Array Dao, which coincidentally aligns with the goals of Gu Huangzi and the Song Demon.

So upon my return this time, I thought to come and see him."

The Kuye Swordmaster on the right said, "In the Memory Jade, the Song Demon came in person and battled Gu Huangzi. This is enough to prove that he hasn't mastered the Multi-tailed Fox Race's Illusion Technique."

Yu Xuanwei shook her head slightly and said, "Not necessarily. The Song Demon's mind is cunning and changeable. I really don't know what kind of person he is or what he's plotting.

But I do know he certainly covets my array technique inheritance and wants to use the Ancient Teleportation Array to leave. That day when I met him, I was prepared for him to ask for the array technique inheritance, I had even thought of what to say...

I wanted to tell him that the research on the Ancient Teleportation Array is solely held by my Yu Family, and giving it to him would be impossible.

If I were to die, then everything would be gone.

I intended to use this to draw him to our Sword Sect.

But he never asked from beginning to end."

Granny Meng said, "Xuanwei, are you still going to keep an eye on the Lucky Commerce Association? This old lady suspects there is something strange about that association."

Yu Xuanwei said, "Even if it's strange, there's nothing we can do. The association chairman indeed threw out the Soul Gold Stone, and I must pursue it.

Granny, you don't practice Array Dao, you don't understand the immense power of space transmission's backlash, at least it takes the Soul Gold Stone to withstand it.

As for the sect, the Elder, and the Su Family's ancestor's friend—Luo Wangsun, they should all be preparing to break through to the Late Stage Of Crimson Palace, right?

If they can break through safely, the sect will be much more stable too."

Kuye Swordmaster said, "Then...my disciple, Xuanwei, do you still want to see him? If you want to, I'll bring him to you, and you can talk with him thoroughly?"

Yu Xuanwei smiled faintly and said, "Forget it.

I really cannot imagine the Song Demon getting close to a female cultivator like Tian Xiaojiu, and even less believe he would pair with someone like An Li, entirely untainted by the world, as Dao partners.

Birds of a feather flock together... These two kids together are fine. They are the future of my Sword Sect."

With that, Yu Xuanwei turned, controlled her sword, merged into the wind and snow, and moved far away.

Granny Meng and Kuye Swordmaster exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

Song Yan, who was playing snowball fight with Junior Sister Xiaoli, slightly turned his head, squinting to glance in the direction the three had left, and continued to scoop up snowballs to throw at his junior sister.

...

...

That night.

Song Yan held the junior sister's hand, walking down a small path.

The snow on the trees and silver flowers rustled in the wind.

The two walked together until they reached the front of Song Yan's bamboo house.

Song Yan looked at An Li and said, "Junior Sister, tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, An Li, like a startled little rabbit, quickly ran away, darting to the bamboo house next door, then turning her head to look at Song Yan and said, "Senior Brother, tonight, good night."

After speaking, she swiftly entered the bamboo house and tightly shut the door.

In that moment of entry, Song Yan could still see the blush on her cheeks, not knowing if it was due to the icy world or because of shyness.

He chuckled softly.

He wasn't trying to play any "emotion must be slowly cultivated, the junior sister must be slowly conquered" kind of games.

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