[WenZhou] [Word of honor] Back to Mirrored Lake

ChangMing Mountain

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After a few months, Zhou Zishu was almost completely recovered from his internal injuries, caused by the nails of the seven torments. His physical vigor was almost restored, and his energy flowed like a wild and fearless river throughout his body. With his martial arts preserved, thanks to wizard Wu Xi and Prince Qi Ye, he resumed his disciplined training, tirelessly practicing the movements of his Four Seasons Sect.

Zhang Chengling took advantage of the moments with his shifu, to appreciate the precise strokes and learn by observing every graceful but deadly detail of this ancient art. A little further away, another attentive observer was also looking in admiration, all the splendor of that warrior, among the beautiful cold white landscape of the Changming mountain.

Eternal snow spread all over the peak. It did not melt even in the warm seasons of the year. It might seem bleak to live in such an inhospitable environment, but the truth was that Wen Kexing had never felt so warm in his entire life. Those months with his soulmate and that brat had brought him back to the human world. All the hatred, resentment, and revenge were a distant memory that at some moments seemed as distant as a child's nightmare.

Zhou Zishu's vigorous and powerful movements made the mountain shake a few times. Displacing even a little snow, which slid gently down the slopes. As if an immortal God was playing with his magical powers. Admiring the frightening scene, Wen Kexing shouted to Zhou Zishu, "If my husband wants to bring down this mountain, just give us some time so we can escape before we are buried."

Zhou Zishu, hearing the teasing, smiled mischievously and purposely landed hard on the ground. The strong hit made the mountain shake once more, shifting some snow down the slope, hitting Wen Kexing and soaking him completely from head to toe. Drenched, Wen Kexing flew away in a flash to strike Zhou Zishu. Changling just watched. His two masters had started another one of those endless fights that he did not quite understand. Always one of the two would end up under the other, but it did not seem like anyone felt defeated after all. He got up and decided to go to his room to warm up and eat something until the two of them had decided this "stalemate" and he could go back to training.

Wen Kexing tried to strike Zhou Zishu who dodged away. The two flew after each other. Lord Zhou, flying in front of him, laughed very proudly at their mischief, watching as the other's hair, white as the snow that covered the mountain, flowed down his robes, making him look pitiful.