25th December.
A bone-piercing cold wind howled as Meng Chuan cultivated the Saber Drawing Stance in his cave abode's training grounds. He had yet to choose a saber art from Archean Mountain! This was because he had officially accepted a master today. It wasn't too late for him to choose a saber art after listening to his master's guidance.
"Ah Chuan, Ah Chuan." A familiar voice came from outside.
"Qiyue." Meng Chuan sheathed his saber and walked out of the training grounds. He saw Liu Qiyue running into his residence. Since the servants had received Meng Chuan's instructions, they naturally didn't stop her.
"Ah Chuan, let's go. You're officially accepting a master today," said Liu Qiyue.
"I've been practicing for two hours. I've been waiting for you." Meng Chuan smiled as he walked out with Liu Qiyue.