Nolan lived like a fish in water here, but the senior brother who was angry at him for being driven away from Songxi Ju was in a very unhappy mood.
He went back to his Hanya Peak in a cold and solemn manner. On the way, he met some fellow disciples who didn't dare to say hello to him when they saw him like this.
The frost and wind are biting on Hanya Peak, and the eaves of the simple and simple courtyard are covered with thick ice and snow.
He did not go into the house. Instead, he sat on the edge of the cold cliff in the open air. He untied his sword and put it aside, sitting cross-legged and meditating.
The cold wind stirred his robes and ruffled his long hair.
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