Great Snow Mountain, the vast snowy region, within the Four-direction Pavilion.
"Sect Master..."
Yukizo Hayato had just returned from outside and appeared in the hall of this pavilion. Clad in gray robes, Murakami Taro, who was sitting on a cushion muttering words, had already come to meet him the moment he arrived.
In Japan, etiquette is highly valued.
At this moment, after Murakami Taro walked a few steps toward Yukizo Hayato, he immediately knelt down with his forehead touching the ground, performing a deep bow.
"Taro, can you still not let go?" Looking at the disciple he once valued the most, the expression on Yukizo Hayato's face was complex as he let out a long sigh.
"Without Senior Sister Ono, I would have already died back then!"
"Half a foot had already stepped into Hell, it was she who strived with all her might and dragged me back."
"Her death in Yanhuang Country was also due to my invitation and caused by my involvement. How can I let go of her death?"
