The drizzle had turned into a slight snow the next morning when Bai Ye took off on his flying sword, heading toward Nine Rivers. It was the first snow of the year, arriving a bit earlier than usual and bringing a dark cloud looming over the entire mountain range. But it didn't feel gloomy to Bai Ye. The girl's words gave him the confidence and faith that he thought had been long lost over the years, and he could barely remember when was the last time he saw a new day so bright and full of hope.